Mother Of Peril
Funeral Fornication
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Drowning in sepia, she faded her world
And wrenched at the threads of solace
Blood flow thin, the elixir of passion
Teeming thru poorly stitched seams
Empress of dismal, who inhales depression
With filed teeth, tore at stagnation
Woe was a blade encrusted in rust
Into her own black heart she thrust
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The searing abyss that I saw in her eyes
Whispered betrayal, a contagion of lies
You are in danger, she said unto me
Escape from this place, set yourself free
Suicide was the portal, void of distress
A weary voyage into my oubliette
Forever in darkness, together we are
Sweet depravation, most cordial emotional scar
Drowning in sepia, she faded her world
And wrenched at the threads of solace
Blood flow thin, the elixir of passion
Teeming thru poorly stitched seams