Mistress Of The Dead Buried
Soothing pain
In falling whispering rain
Buried in the sea of sepulchral sounds
In these arms I feel so safe and empty
In my light silent
Bleeding deep dark
Violent
In my grave strown/
With stained flowers of suffering
Giving their beautiful narcotic smell
My tears shed
Burnt out deep stigma to my decaying bones
Trembling
Awaiting my redemption/
So long desired