She Is a Funeral

Bone pale, dead moon
 Enraptured by the sweet scent of the grave
 She walks amongst the carven stones
 Seeing black, I found the morbid way
 I heard her call
 Her funeral moans
 I was transfixed
 She took my soul
 Dread night, crypt trip
 Following the shadows in my mind
 Lifeless clouded dead eyes gaze
 Dressed in filthy white, I saw her face
 I heard her call
 Her funeral moans
 I was transfixed
 She took my soul
 Death entwined with beauty
 She drained my bleeding soul
 I saw the casket open
 Grey mist, death kiss
 In the ground six feet of darkness sighed
 Drifting down, I heard her laugh
 As the maggots squirmed between her thighs
 I heard her call
 Her funeral moans
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 I was transfixed
 She took my soul