Baths
Ossuary
With all my desperate symmetry,With all my white lights, and straight linesMy skin will still sagAt the end of my lifeDeath pirouettes through the flicker of the wickAnd makes you sick...Once interred, in turn to turn to boneRibs like a house to the lordOnce interred, in turn to turn to boneBugs come to worship in hordesOnce interred, in turn to turn to boneFate unseen, kiss the stoneYou hope that where you are, that you're not aloneThen I awokeTo coil and shiver, like eel out of riverLike the grave was my ownOh frailtyWhat worse fates could you possibly show me
From Letras Mania