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queen of the graveyard

Death in its complexity will wage war and rage

and whilst Eros persists, it's Thanatos who prevails

can't silence the skeptic that plagues the mind

life and its longevity stretched before my eyes.

"The casket calls, put this demon to rest!

A heavy-hearted sigh heaved from my chest

the poison that tricks my vision, the cynic that shrieks

all hope remains hidden while desolation creeps.

My mouth is stitched shut to stop stupid words leaking

reduced to nothing but a willow weeping...

too much love carelessly discarded, too many fantasies entertained

I crumble into depravity and my soul is stained."

Death whispers to me in her dulcet tones

of a world underground for those whose life has left their bones,

a place where the restless sleep.

Her cold breath on my neck causes a shiver to slither.

I long to reach out in a sombre embrace

her icy hands relieve me of life's lingering trace,

I breathe in her cloth of cobwebs and he closes my eyes,

no longer a spectator to life's horrors and lies,

as she lies me down on her soil-lined bed.

Death in its finery and splendour is all I could ask for

as I crush velvet between my fingertips and examine the well-polished wood.

So much time laid aside to honour my end,

for in this my eternity I shall spend.[/font]