I never intended to leave you, but I did
Love was my darkest revenge—
I can still remember your hair, tangled,
Twisted and strangling your neck.
I feel a sadness, with your tears on my lips
Sweet death sang our favorite song.
No matter who screams
The dance of darkness dreams
Twitching dead things
Wicked and sweet
Twitching dead things
Devouring your feet
Twitching dead things
Do anything for love
Twitching dead things
Kill a white dove
I think death waits for me,
She whispers pleasantries.
Dance with me, my rotting flower—
Velvet black box with crimson powder
I kiss your lips, sewed shut by your daughter
Ghosts bring gifts to the winter slaughter
We call this marble crypt our home
I walk with you, in the black fields
I’ll hold your hand until it turns to dust.
Happier we’ll be, when we die.
I stitch together poppets, for the fallen
Things alone.
Filled with as and bone—
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