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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