Death's Laureate - with "Lilliputian" and "Crimsin"

In the corridors of my mind's deep divide
among the echoes of the dark's intimacy  
tiding the winds of decadent sins  
as the pendulum swings death's laureate
sweet the scent of my debauchery lint  
in this eternal space between stones  
with nothing to hear in the labyrinth
of my lips, departing
 
lost amidst twirls of yawning warren
wrapped in the arms of a gripping end
laden with the lingering unforgotten
adrift upon the dulcet waves
closing my eyes to beguiling swell
calling me toward the glint rim
where hollowness inhaled my depths
with your awakened corpse  
 
In the emptiness, I cry out for your touch
darkly erotic your death rattle excited
enraptured by the thought of being your last
your member cold like marble
rigid and giving I rode you
until your soul rises to depart
with a grab at your heart
trapping your soul in-between
need and the afterlife