A Romance With The Grave
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Up on the hill, in pictoresque light,
lies peaceful still, a burial site.
The gateway creaks, I scare myself.
Some doubtful peeks, the clock strikes twelve.
Ancient ground and mossy rocks.
A smell unsound, the grave unlocks.
Oldest sin, palest skin.
Ageless grin, death!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!
The fog lies thick and moon does rise.
Her antique chique glares in my eyes.
A first shy kiss and silent moans.
In the abyss, the coffin groans.
In close embrace, desire’s deep.
And for her grace, in joy I weep.
Oldest sin, palest skin.
Ageless grin, death!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!
lies peaceful still, a burial site.
The gateway creaks, I scare myself.
Some doubtful peeks, the clock strikes twelve.
Ancient ground and mossy rocks.
A smell unsound, the grave unlocks.
Oldest sin, palest skin.
Ageless grin, death!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!
The fog lies thick and moon does rise.
Her antique chique glares in my eyes.
A first shy kiss and silent moans.
In the abyss, the coffin groans.
In close embrace, desire’s deep.
And for her grace, in joy I weep.
Oldest sin, palest skin.
Ageless grin, death!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!
Ruthless lust without disgust.
Dirt and dust, a romance with the grave.
A romance with the grave!