Resurrecting the dead

the ticking of the clock
took the only one to mock
this voice that will not stop

cease this ceaseless heart!
release me from this prison!
free me from this life so I may be with her in Heaven!

but waiting in agony
to reunite with tragedy
and heart locked in chain

the voice in my head
will not go to bed
a sacrifice is what I’ll need

pentagram drawn beneath the husk of my love
flickering torches casting malicious shadows
a flesh-bound tome perched left-handed

the blade, your body
severed from this man

the candle’s glow, a warm soul
for your welcoming hold

my burning heart, the pyre
to find me in this dark spire

with the rumble of thunder
the corpse-love shuttered
her eyes flickered wide as the night

she grabbed the knife
and gutted our love
devouring from the inside