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Her skin, so pale... shrouded in black I drew down the veil, I wanted her back I am at one with what never lived I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give Shall you try and poison my words at a summers funeral, I woke to the light shall you lay my bed with thorns and clutch at me like you have done to life..? Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession no stone lays unturned .. (rest in your grave) I can no longer hear, silence calling your name or the choirs of ruin, lamenting your pain |