Holy Hell

These graves bleed like marble like tears from the 
blackened sky. Are you buried in this holy heaven or are 
you buried in a holy hell? We're crawling like zombies, A 
gash of rotting, putrid skin. You drink my sweet taste of 
blood while consuming your erotic sins. The vampires of 
outer destiny, They watch the falling stars, We await for 
the cemetery rain to uncover the unholy scars. I patiently 
spin my web of desire, A little atrocity designed in dread.
 This horrid night they creep into my mind, Your erotic 
sexual pleasure I find. My throat lies a path full of 
filth, And your legs I devour: their so full of silk. 
Running's not possible without any fucking legs, The 
seasons of death arrive without any snow. A pasture of lace
 lies charmed within my sight, It's impossible to escape 
this wicked dream. My throat burns a blistered passion you 
reveal. A dawning of light blinds the weak souls you 
possess. Your eyes calm my wretched desires that I conceal.
 Revelations of death succumb the evil spirits I caress. 
Our thoughts bleed like candles like tears from the 
whitened sky. You're not buried in a holy heaven, You are 
buried in this holy hell!