Necropolis Kiss

Hasten, love, to the charnel deep, where silence festers, thick and sweet. Exiled from flesh, bone grafts to bone, your ribs splinter rites where my heart once beat. The air congeals—a septic nectar— your scalpel touch unspools my breath. This tomb-bound vow, our carved devotion, as nightshade veins eclipse what's left. Your cadaverous grip turns my nerves obsidian, a fossil choir sings "ashes to arsenic." Veins unspool—black honey, black fire, our bodies entwined in rust and wire. Drape the bier with asphodel roots, their pallid veins pulse with decay. Prepare the trough where our marrow melts— a baptism in carrion steel, a communion of congealed zeal. Your cadaverous grip turns my nerves obsidian, a fossil choir sings "ashes to arsenic." Veins unspool—black honey, black fire, our bodies entwined in rust and wire. Your dowry—a womb of plague-lit prayer, where flies waltz in convulsive despair. No mourners remain, just carrion and dust, as our tongues decay to funeral rust. Apostles of rust anoint our communion— their breath a sulfur dirge, calcified and cold. In charnel chapels of hollowed bone, midnight roots pierce marrow from spine. They drink the dregs of skeletal wine, transfusing decay through veins of the divine. What remains of voice now hymns the abyss— one guttural note, one putrid kiss. Exhale your last into my hollowed bones, where rot turns mist, where silence moans. No resurrection, no chains to sever— we eclipse the stars in death forever. Lyrics: Cheshirah