...Your Funeral

I am a crooked man And I've walked a crooked mile Night, the shameless widow Doffed her weeds, in a pile The stars all winked at me They shamed a child Your funeral, my trial A thousand Marys lured me To feathered beds and fields of clover Bird with

My precious prey... my sweet offering I lure you in my bed of thorns and misery Welcome to my kingdom, he said with Giddy ple We do not welcome many, we kill and live All in agony You wrecked perfect entity, you ravishing Stature so soon to mine You

My desire and lust for you has driven me Out of my grave i want to feel your Flesh, though it is decayed On this unholy ground, i spot you next to Me buried under feet of dirt i can smell You like a fiend i bury my hands in the Frozen ground until i

Awake in the hours of despair, alive in the Alley of death stripped to just my bones, i Have nothing left Driven into the tunnel of wrath and drilled Into the funeral of depth stripped to just My blood, i find there's nothing left Writhing in the cri