A Vulgar Picture

Now the funeral grounds are at last awash

With the blackness of this frigid autumn night

I've lurked into the graveyard with pick and spade in tow

This night shall birth forth our reckoning

Hell's jaws, now open wide

A stare to pierce six feet of soil

A love beyond this mortal coil

As though you'd never left my side,

I hold your stiffened body so close to me

For years i've lived in a dream

Awake, i felt as dead as my cold and bloodless bride to me

I can barely suppress my elation!

My blood is racing as i strike the lid

A quick pry of the casket reveals her body, paralyzed

So long i've waited for this moment,

To thrust my fingers deep inside!

Now you will sing the song of the deceased

The ones whose souls will never rest in peace!

The throes of necromantic lust

Possess my mind

Cries of my precious frozen angel beckon from inside

I feel alive! for once i'm feeling so alive

My skin is crawling,

I'm completed on this resurrection night

From this night achieved a morbid truth

Love's bounds post-mortally removed

(chorus)

In rapture my mind is lured by my own knife

To join this frrrragile being who sleeps below

The reflection of a razor reveals the moon, so perfectly

Along my impatient veins its steel does graze

With the kiss of suicide!

I feel no pain as i am entwined with my lovely bride

The silk lining now stained with my offering

I embrace the end of my now worthless life