Mechanical Poet Witches
Sneaking through the sticky darkness, hiding in the inky
shadows, sneering in the ringing silence...They are
always near.
Waking up your weirdest nightmares, smiling at your dirty
passions, slowly guiding you to madness...Through the
galleries of fears.
What doesn't make you feel afraid?
You're getting lost in haze and now you're staying face
to face with witches! You're sinking in quicksand and now
you're fighting hand to hand with witches!
You're an egg in a giant hatcher. You're prey among the
snatchers. You may try to disappear but they won't let
you go.
Every road leads to a black hole. Every door's a way to
scaffold. Every evening brings the dread before the
afterglow.
What doesn't make you feel unsafe?
Come with us. Be with us. A part of us. Your nightmares
are so sweet.