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 Cemetery and Sundown
We rise with the sun in the underworld  We suffer from a graveless name  We prise wide lids  And wounds with lips curled  Over teeth that have tasted shame 
  Cemetery and sundown 
  Against the flora of nightfall  We gather like the fauna of war  To curse Aurora so spiteful  With her stake in the coming of dawn  To conjure forth the past  Those heady nights of pain resplendent  In the service of the Goddess of Death  When her sheets ran royalty-red 
  Moons lengthen our crypt-kept silhouettes  Shadows dance, eyes flicker in descent  Unveil the greed, our needs are bitter, spent  On upturned mouths and haunts of wickedness 
  We walk this Eden, a secret  Faces hidden under Leonine pride  In dusk's embrace  We find it hard to keep it  When blood and lust and waking worlds collide 
  Too long have we skulked like drifters  In the cities of the neon sun  Vagabond dogs and graveyard shifters  Mona Lisas where the paint has run  I miss our glorious past  Our nightly flights on fear dependent  Like phantoms in the eaves for Miss Christine  When the song bird broke her neck 
  Wolves howl their fogbound serenades  Churches arch their backs with balustrades  Praise be to the shedding of masquerades  When we hunt these vestal vermin unafraid  Of the covenant made... 
  Draw the blinds on the floors of raw meat  There is murder in the thirst 
  Rich red vascular tapestries  Hung in gilded frames of nuns asleep  In dreams where themes of bestiality  Are a blessing on their Sunday sheep 
  Sermons hang a black gown  Over cemetery and sundown 
  Now the clock is harrying midnight  And the ghosts of yet-to-come  Will she show rewrites of dark delight  Or the sewers we've overrun?  I see a winter palace  Cut diamonds at a porcelain neck  When Swan Lake crushed poor sanity's spirit  As I threw her to it bled 
  We rise with the sun in the underworld  We suffer from a graveless name  We prise wide lids  And wounds with lips curled  Over teeth that have tasted shame 
  We walk this Eden, a secret  Faces hidden under Leonine pride  In dusk's embrace  We find it hard to keep it  When blood and lust and waking worlds collide   
	         
		 
	        
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