A Vulgar Picture - The Black Dahlia Murder

Now the funeral grounds

Are at last awash

With the blackness

Of this frigid autumn night

I’ve lurked into the graveyard

With pick and spade in tow

This night shall birth forth our reckoning

Hell’s jaws now open wide

A stare to pierce six-feet of soil

A love beyond this mortal coil

As though you’ve never left my side

I hold your stiffened body so close to me

For years I’ve lived in dreams

Awake I felt as dead

As my cold and bloodless bride to be

I can barely suppress my elation

My blood is racing as I strike the lid

A quick pry of the casket

Reveals her body paralyzed

So long I’ve waited for this moment

To trust my fingers deep inside

Now you will live

This song of the deceased

The ones whose souls

Will never rest in peace

The throes of necromantic lust

Infect my mind

Cries of my precious frozen angel

Beckon from inside

I feel alive

For once I’m feeling so alive

My skin is crawling, I’m completed

On this resurrection night

This night reveals a morbid truth

Loves bounds post mortally removed

As though you’ve never left my side

I hold your stiffened body so close to me

For years I’ve lived in dreams

Awake I felt as dead

My cold and bloodless bride to be

In rapture my mind is lured by my own knife

To join this fragile being asleep below

The reflection of a razor

Reveals the moon so perfectly

Along my impatient veins

Its steel does graze

With the kiss of suicide

I feel no pain

As lay with my lover and bride

The silk lining now stained with my offering

I embrace the end of my now worthless life