Bodies Dumped daily outside
Bring me sweet, untainted warmth
Biding my time, I examine
Each ligament, every part
Meticulous, I must be
To succeed with revival
Snow litters this oasis
Frothy white crystals fall fast
Striving to whiten the gloom
Oh! this corpse smells like wet death
Oh! this corpse smells like wet death
It exudes a rotted stench
Like Ophelia, she drowned.
Her golden curls shine brightly
As her heart beats once again
When my hands are placed
On the core of her being
This unholy resurrection
Serves as a perturbation
To the constancy of death
But, I must acquire her heart
While abruptly alive, she sings
A woeful tune about death
My ears can't bear this burden
Once the heart is torn asunder
She'll stop her god-awful song
Then resume her eternal sleep
From a stone bridge, she slipped once,
Caught in a rapturous dream,
Soon,she laid underneath the
Arches of Moonlight and Sky
This ephemeral fabric
Of her tightly wound madness
Strangled her till her abrupt death
One sigh, one cry, then she died
Laughing loudly, I drowned my
Sentimental thoughts alive
No longer was she living
With her lifeless heart in hand
I savored my prize, my penance
This was my conduct of life
Playfully acting out death
And being the jester to death
Like Hamlet's much beloved clown
Note: The poem is inspired partly by this fantastic Emilie Autumn song, from her album Fight Like a Girl.
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