Dining With The Gargoyles

i used to live in a flat next door to a church and the window overlooked a church steeple.

I bought a flat next door to a church

I never really noticed them at first

While I was eating sat down to tea 

I'm aware of eyes peering at me.

My window looked out onto the spire

The things that looked in i did not desire

Gargoyles watched as I drank my wine

Faces grotesque as you ever would find.

I still have flashbacks now and then

I think they must be, some omen

It reminds me of faces oh so familiar

A few old flames were very similiar.