Wrap her bones in those grey sheets
Dress the carcass that needs to bleed
Kiss the lips of those that are a strangers
Breathe that smells of puke and beer
Theres no time to reflect , my Dear
Getting to know you tastes of sordid danger
Paid the price , leaving it on the bed
The shroud falls around her raven head
The door beckons an answer to the evening
Down the street the rain still wails
A song for all her broken nails
That still cling to a shadow not breathing
The petal falls not far from the rose
Like teardrops from eyes there closed
A spider to the fly in a web forever after
Love is a candle that flickers and dies
A whispe