Resting upon your mourning chair. Draped around your skin,
black silk, blacker misery.
Lying upon your breast, a locket clasped protectively.
Rusted shut by salted tears.

Here among the tombs of Rose Hill, speaking with the dead.
Begging for an answer from beyond.
Reaching towards the sky, receiving nothing in return.
Empty arms and no reply.

Rest now, worry not for the end soon will come, not unlike
the one your mourn.
Heathen song, cloven hoof and coiled serpent's tongue.
Singing among those dancing with the dead.

Soul departs, the innocence of fleeting life, decayed.
Rotting death, no compromise.
Mourning veil. Behind the eyes of cold, dead sedation.
Nothing left, nowhere to hide.

I remain, I am stained.
Flesh consumed, sacrificed.
Gateway to the beyond.
I feel it pulling me away.

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