A little something I wrote on Halloween one year while unamused with an ex of mine. |
We are the Darlings of the Damned! Dancing our dead waltz as the Maestro of Worms commands the consecrated grounds to chorus! A skeletal ball! A masquerade for all Hell to see! Come with me Feel my clammy hands on your hips! See how you have delivered me from sanity! Listen to the tales of this place. We are the babes of Beelzebub! The corpses of true lovers betrayed! Stirring the dust and bone Twirling through the between spaces The living have left us behind We are no use to hearts unscathed Be wary of our dance, of our song I am the omen you must wear Treacherous lover You abandonment left me among these nameless stones Enigmatic are the delights found here We know now the Reaper We spark the curiosity of Nightingales! Coming and going from the pit below as we please Cry, as I cry Lurk, as we lurk Weightlessly we will glide This place our ballroom! With silken sacks dangling in our hair we cherish our demise Among the graves that await us We transcend the flesh! But you cannot stay in the cemetery for long For you are not as we Your tongue bright and arrogant It has laid waste to my spirit Still yet, your heart knows not of true sorrow From behind this decaying grin I foolishly call out; “You and I forever” But no, you must depart from me For in the graveyard I must remain Digging ever-deep into the black earth Perhaps one day you will join us here We, the Sweethearts of Suffering! We will teach you of our ways come that day! |