Deathly Love-Song.

Your kisses taste like ashes in my mouth, my dear.
Your wings have shrivled in the sun, my heart.
Your eyes are blind as a sting-worms, my love.

That is why I love you.

Your dress is a funeral shroud, my dear.
Your gloves are torn from the tomb, my heart.
Your cloak is a bat's crippled wing, my love.

That is why I love you.

Your hair is black as rotten leaves, my dear.
Your breast is as white as dead flesh, my heart.
Your hands are dead broken birds, my love.

That is why I love you.

Your gaze is as broken as a slave's, my dear.
Your mind is a sliver of broken bone, my heart.
Your heart a bleeding torn rose, my love.

That is why I love you.

Why do you weep, my dear?
Why do you beat your white breast, my heart?
Why do you run among the graves, blinded by tears, my love?

I love you.

Skull Bearer