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Caressing The DeadI touch her white skinWhiter than milk Softer than the silk In which she´s lying in Her scent is strong but sweet Her fingertips so cold I touch her sleeping head I´m caressing the dead The darkened light of candles Is shining through the chamber Although so ever silent My heart does feel like ember Peaceful they sleep Inside a breathless sphere Although I know it´s mad I´m caressing the dead I´m dwelling in the crypts I rest between the coffins I´m hiding from the living Inside my underworld Hate their world of lies and terror Mistreatings, hate and jealousy Now I live in silence The dead my only friends Necromantic, I fondle her fingers Eyes so endless, staring at me Never feel my sorrow Never feel my pain Never feel the torture Don´t feel anything again Among the perished I seek health Eternal peace Behind the blackened slumber… |