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