Tuesday, December 6, 2022

the graveyard song

make love to my corpse

once the blood dries out

let the chilly winds and wilted leaves

carry me to the open grave next to yours


let us caress the stab wounds and scars

we suffered from our haters

let's heal in our cold graves together


tonight's blood moon 

promises new, macabre beginnings

let's live the life 

we never could live together


listen! listen to the hymn of the dirge!

it sounds like our wedding song

because, my love, from hereon

six-feet under is where we belong


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