At Rest Morbid Is The New Black
The cold grips tight around my body, as i walk moon light
guides my path.
With only nightmares ahead, excitment fills my soul.
My shaking hands clutched so tight, for this nigth shall
be my escape.
Drunk with lust i fall upon her grave.
My love awake for i shall free you of entombment, my love
for you bound never again.
Lustful hands make there way through soil, what beauty
resides beneath these layers.
Her body dressed in such vile accents what beauty it
brings to her decay.
My decomposing love wrapped in ivory veils.
Her abscent eyes beg me, beg me to penetrate, and here we
are where erection meets disease.
Your lips below have sang the sirens song that which has
brought me here for so long.
The sun it creeps along the horizon, with this light it
brings us to our end.
I flee with the sun on at my heels, dressed in disease.
For hours i shall dream, dream of you before i make my
return.