In Twilight tragedies bewitched
Love expanded itself from thy doom
Disrupted passion that enables your heart
To calm the heat of your soul deep inside
Inmortal feelings adored, the wisdom of the grave
And all the love of your dry heart, so rotten
That you carry stitched to your chest
And attached to your soul, To your very soul
Darkened places to dig and to tear
Orgasmic devotions, agony to share
No pleasures from earth, no refuse from the dead
The pulse of the worm, surrounding your flesh
The sweetness of the stench, the fluids, the dirt
Caressing your sanity, from deep in your brain
Skillful fingers that search in the dark
For the tight and cold abyss to ritually cross
No pleas, no cries, no moans in the ground
From that tenant who inherited a dead heaven's land
(Which is now full of flies)
Sorrowful prayers of the mourners
The misty air that circles your breath
The Stiffness that's surrounding
Believers in waiting in your temple of sex
Your time is out, your body is dead and all your lust
Is a dark gift that in decay belongs to me
So let my love be your epitaph
Forget the lies the choir sang tonight
Skillful Fingers that search in the dark
Like an Incubus prowling you hunt in the night
Silent graveyard mute witness of love
Cause the cries of the dead are as silent as God
(And just as cold)
Numbed sight of an Angel in disguise of Death
Caged heat in a coffin of putrid velvet
The deceitful caress of your impaled beloved
Are the forthcoming sings of your life's last spasm
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