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Madame Graveyard
Madame, Mistress Graveyard
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
Once still in the coldest nights
Labors again once more
At the scent of sweet perfume
Sets my bones to creaking
I begin to stir in gore
So, I rise with the stench of rot
Ragged flesh hangs from these bones
Putrid with the worms and maggots
Swaying to the vulture's song
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In our eternal embrace
Our burial shroud grows with mold
Back when, on midwinter's eve
Lovers flew from the steps
Reserved just for broken hearts
That turned cold with sorrow
Hopes when dashed when fate was met
Christian words condemn us to burn
Suicide pact, me and you
Jealous angels pine in turn
Death pyres burn with truth
We wished at the precipice
For a piece of peace at last
Now in eternal embrace
Our burial shroud preserves the past
The shivering isle
Skies once so blue
It withered away while
I festered just for you
She looked with scorn
As the tampering horns
Played the melody
And then too soon
Underneath the moon
We sang our tragedy
Mistress, mother Graveyard
Distressed but humble
Let me kneel again
Madame, Mrs. Graveyard
From the deep pits of hunger
Let me sleep again
And at that midnight hour
Her trumpets announce that
The coming of insect swarms
Is a promising buffet
In pits from whence they feed
She came to me in graveyard mists
Draped in lace and spider webs
Witness when decayed flesh kissed
Entwined sinew of the dead
The shivering isle
Skies once so blue
It withered away while
I festered just for you
We wished at the precipice
For a piece of peace at last
Now in eternal embrace
Our burial shroud preserves the past
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In our eternal embrace
Our burial shroud grows with mold
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
Madame, Mistress Graveyard
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
Once still in the coldest nights
Labors again once more
At the scent of sweet perfume
Sets my bones to creaking
I begin to stir in gore
So, I rise with the stench of rot
Ragged flesh hangs from these bones
Putrid with the worms and maggots
Swaying to the vulture's song
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In our eternal embrace
Our burial shroud grows with mold
Back when, on midwinter's eve
Lovers flew from the steps
Reserved just for broken hearts
That turned cold with sorrow
Hopes when dashed when fate was met
Christian words condemn us to burn
Suicide pact, me and you
Jealous angels pine in turn
Death pyres burn with truth
We wished at the precipice
For a piece of peace at last
Now in eternal embrace
Our burial shroud preserves the past
The shivering isle
Skies once so blue
It withered away while
I festered just for you
She looked with scorn
As the tampering horns
Played the melody
And then too soon
Underneath the moon
We sang our tragedy
Mistress, mother Graveyard
Distressed but humble
Let me kneel again
Madame, Mrs. Graveyard
From the deep pits of hunger
Let me sleep again
And at that midnight hour
Her trumpets announce that
The coming of insect swarms
Is a promising buffet
In pits from whence they feed
She came to me in graveyard mists
Draped in lace and spider webs
Witness when decayed flesh kissed
Entwined sinew of the dead
The shivering isle
Skies once so blue
It withered away while
I festered just for you
We wished at the precipice
For a piece of peace at last
Now in eternal embrace
Our burial shroud preserves the past
We kiss at the precipice
Here at the end of the world
In our eternal embrace
Our burial shroud grows with mold
The devouring maw
Consuming all
Gray matter drips like dew
As I fester just for you
Madame, Mistress Graveyard
Where the dead things slumber
Give me life again
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 13th Mar 2015
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13th Mar 2015 9:04pm
Holy shit... this line got to me
"Christian words condemn us to burn" - massive line right there Hades man.
Darker.
"Christian words condemn us to burn" - massive line right there Hades man.
Darker.
14th Mar 2015 4:41am
