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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








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