Boneyard Waltz
Dancing in the world of the undead
Soles lightly treading unearthed graves
Take my decaying hand in yours, love
Tonight this land belongs to us
Torn apart in life
Our love cannot be tainted here
Ironic purity found in death
One end brings a new beginning
Simplistic euphoria
Never to be found among the living
Gliding through endless ages
Time does not matter in this place
Let them all stare as we prance by
Their envy poorly disguised as disgust
Gaping smiles merrily shouting
“Ashes to ashes! Dust to dust!”
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