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BLACK ROSES AND BOOMSTICKS
I'm looking for love
In the gravest of places
Right outside of town
Where they prey for me
The nocturnal sounds
And phantoms believe
That I'm the master of midnightmares
Where God doesn't dare to walk in the night
Because the devil has come to play
By the doom of necro light
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
Dig down six feet deep
Til I smell your stench
Not a single peep
I knock on your lid
With a crowbar I wrench on your nails
A funeral dirge plays inside my head
Lightning flashes with remnants of hell
Here at home among the dead
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
By the full moon light
I behold delights
Buried down deep
With incantations
Long since forgotten
I utter your name
Pulsating maggots
Across putrid flesh
I see eyelids twitch
Then your still remains
Move your hands below
Rub between your thighs
To moisten dead flesh
Your open your eyes
And live once again
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
In the gravest of places
Right outside of town
Where they prey for me
The nocturnal sounds
And phantoms believe
That I'm the master of midnightmares
Where God doesn't dare to walk in the night
Because the devil has come to play
By the doom of necro light
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
Dig down six feet deep
Til I smell your stench
Not a single peep
I knock on your lid
With a crowbar I wrench on your nails
A funeral dirge plays inside my head
Lightning flashes with remnants of hell
Here at home among the dead
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
By the full moon light
I behold delights
Buried down deep
With incantations
Long since forgotten
I utter your name
Pulsating maggots
Across putrid flesh
I see eyelids twitch
Then your still remains
Move your hands below
Rub between your thighs
To moisten dead flesh
Your open your eyes
And live once again
This is the beginning of the end
You've bewitched me, my dear
I'm in love with a wretched memory
This is the end of the beginning
With thirteen black roses and a thrust of my boomstick
I'm the king of the cemetery
Good riddance to forbiddance
Published 23rd Sep 2020
Author's Note
© 2020 Frank Green
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