Soulshriek (Despair, My Bride)

The house once filled with laughter and delight

home to shrill nothingness

now hear the wind pound the doors

she screams the peaks,

my sneering wedding choir

but a far greater force lies inside

has come to claim her wedding night

restless, she roams the upstairs rooms

and screams the breathing walls

her draging footsteps from the staircase

the bloodchilling rustle of her gowns, as she comes close

save sanity in a little box in my head

her icy fingers touching the nape of my neck

she has come to claim her wedding night

demanding what's hers, my righteous bride

her shape plunges me into dismay

still with her I must lay

for I am the enthralled numbed by the sight of her

It's been a while where black roses bloom

it's been a while where happiness mourns

I sink into her embrace, her maddening whispers,

her nails diggin' my skin reentering stigma,

with ashen lips and coarse tongue

she feeds from the old wounds

and she'll take me to a moonless heaven,

into the weary night

for she shrieks my soul with

those empty sockets of despair,

my righteous bride