Pathomanic
She crept through darkness
In the graveyard she dug
Looking for her love
Her one and only love
Her heart pumps scarlet drops
As her eyes search for the sorrow
Of black birds flying
Soaring through the gray clouds
She walks alone
In an unfilled world
Trotting in the damp soil
That was once passed by zombies
Once there was a girl
So beautiful and fair
Her father told her
To learn and love life and death
Life is clear
But death is turbid
She met life
But now she had met death
Death is too dark to learn
Too sinister to love
Agonized by a dream
She walks alone…
Once there were two lovers
Untouched by entangled veins
Unbound by moist paste
They live within each other
They met life
But now they had met death
One has flew away
Leaving the other still entangled
A crow flew by a window sill
Over the head of a dark castle
It stormed
It rained
Within the fortress of torture
Lies a curtailed statue
With a mislaid heart
And a missing soul
It thunders
It lights
Crimson water flows like wine
Over the unfinished effigy
She walks alone
In the dark deep grave
Digging and digging
Wailing and weeping
After centuries of search
She found the life with no soul
She caught the crow flying
She found the missing heart
She uncover the puzzle
Of life and death
She sew her body with it
And bound it within herself
She started to sip on the crimson juice
She unplug the entangled veins
And gobbled it up like a grand gorge
While she sang her bleeding song
The material is finished
With nothing left but the frame
It then rained
Her heart stormed with pain
She walks alone again
On the empty damp earth
Raised her head to view the sky
And found the crow flying again
Years gone by
The frame rots into ash
She now found herself flying
But now, still with the partial bronze
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