A Vulgar Picture

Now the funeral grounds
Are at last awash
With the blackness
Of this frigid autumn night
I’ve lurked into the graveyard
With pick and spade in tow
This night shall birth forth our reckoning
Hell’s jaws now open wide
A stare to pierce six-feet of soil
A love beyond this mortal coil
As though you’ve never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me
For years I’ve lived in dreams
Awake I felt as dead
As my cold and bloodless bride to be
I can barely suppress my elation
My blood is racing as I strike the lid
A quick pry of the casket
Reveals her body paralyzed
So long I’ve waited for this moment
To trust my fingers deep inside
Now you will live
This song of the deceased
The ones whose souls
Will never rest in peace
The throes of necromantic lust
Infect my mind
Cries of my precious frozen angel
Beckon from inside
I feel alive
For once I’m feeling so alive
My skin is crawling, I’m completed
On this resurrection night
This night reveals a morbid truth
Loves bounds post mortally removed
As though you’ve never left my side
I hold your stiffened body so close to me
For years I’ve lived in dreams
Awake I felt as dead
My cold and bloodless bride to be
In rapture my mind is lured by my own knife
To join this fragile being asleep below
The reflection of a razor
Reveals the moon so perfectly
Along my impatient veins
Its steel does graze
With the kiss of suicide
I feel no pain
As lay with my lover and bride
The silk lining now stained with my offering
I embrace the end of my now worthless life