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NONE BETTER AT BLASPHEMY


Once upon a time the raven wept
At the funeral enchanted by death
The murder in bloom on carrion wings
Awake from the dream of my lover's breath

I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave

"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"

How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades of Technicolor
At the threshold of death's parlor

I mutter, in flutter
I feel so haunted
Entombed in your sacrifice
The pitter and patter
Of the dripping blood
None better at blasphemy

Cursed within a rhyme the suitor came
Words echoed in her mind and eased the blame
Gothic seduction and nightshade with Faust
Damned when all was lost in the midnight flame

I beg to your shadow
Upon the walls of Pompeii
Dare to whimper our song
From beyond the grave

"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"

Can't help but to pull at my stitches
On my heart where yours bewitches
Leech away at me, horrific
So beautiful and vampiric

I shudder, heart flutters
I feed so haunted
Succumb to your sacrifice
Veins sputter and splatter
The life giving blood
None better at blasphemy

The call of the raven
Shall guide me to your grave

I kneel to the shadow
Of our personal Pompeii
Dare to whisper our song
From beyond the grave

"Lay bare on the ground
For all ghosts to see
In truth, never found
A reason to be
Too reasonable
Without you within
Darkness 'neath the steeple
We are all victims here"

How dare I love you so deeply
Splattered on the walls and ceiling
Paint in shades of Technicolor
At the threshold of death's parlor

I mutter, in flutter
I feel so haunted
Entombed in your sacrifice
The pitter and patter
Of the dripping blood
None better at blasphemy

Can't help but to pull at my stitches
On my heart where yours bewitches
Leech away at me, horrific
So beautiful and vampiric

I shudder, heart flutters
I feed so haunted
Succumb to your sacrifice
Veins sputter and splatter
The life giving blood
None better at blasphemy








HadesRising
Written by HadesRising
Published
Author's Note
2019 Frank Green
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