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Moonlight Mausoleum

In the graveyard we wept for the dead
As the crimson blood seeps into the night
We toss wine into the unrested corpses
Concerned they look up with an empty glare
Dancing through the moonlight in eternity
Lamenting the rites, I proceed
Into this damnation of a life once lived
Crimson roses in the fog

I see the writhing of your heart
I caress your soul with absinthe and fervor
The moonrise embraces the horizon of the world
Dying within the rose and bleeding of the silence
I cease to exist in your arms
The soft mordant tears of another ailment
Is too distraught and even more in the darkness
Come, oh sullen soul, and desire for me

For the rites of the dead rise
The moon sets, the Sun dies
What more can be done
Forever will my eyes close
Traveling into the sullen disdain of life
Undead is my ticket to the night skies
I wave goodbye
As the last drop of blood clogs my slitted vein

Author notes

This poem is very morbid, so read with care and maturity.
Written September 2nd, 2005

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  • Laizia
    November 9
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    Fuck yeah dude, is brilliant. it sounds heavily cradle inspired


  • Darknight poet
    September 2, 2005
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    I LOVE IT VERY DEEP VERY DARK
    THE MOON SETS , THE SUN DIES
    NICE VERY WELL WRITTEN AND IMAGE IS RIGHT