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Death Becomes YouDeath Becomes YouFlat on your back in your Sunday bestI cant help but be impressedHow death becomes youThough I admit it may be trueBlack may not be your most flattring shadeBut the dress is perfect tailor madeAnd youd never have worn it while aliveNor kept your hair so neatly styledA dozen people you never knewSay pretty things they know arent trueFlat on your back in your Sunday bestI cant help but be impressedHow death becomes you
EternityEternity(A Vampire's Suicide)We are cold.What was passion has burned to ashAnd the ashes cooled to empty dustScattered by the wind 'til naught remainsBut a memory of warmth.We walked together in the springAnd I swear to God I loved you thenWe whispered in the darkAnd vowed things we did not understand--Like the notions of Forever, and Love EternalThus we become deathForever kept 'twixt the bounds of nightWe thought we'd be happy that wayAlone together in the darkBut as we walked together through the yearsYour beauty remains unfadedBut my eyes have hardened to it,And you are cold in my armsAs I am in yoursAnd the thousandth kiss was not so sweet.No pleasure as charming as it was"Nothing remarkable left beneath the visiting moon."Said the Bard through Cleopatra.We know what the queen meant, you and I,So let us pretend we love each other still,Walk out from the shaded hallsAnd at last feel warm againAs we lie together and watch the sun coming up.