Bitter Suites to Succubi

Sibilant and macabre Walpurgis sauntered in Skies litten with five-pointed stars The work of crafts surpassing sin As She graced Her window ledge - An orphaned gypsy nymph This issue of the forest's bed Skin flushed with sipped absinthe - Her eyes re

I pace, alone In a place for the dead And here, I've grown So fond of dread That I swear it's heaven Oh sweet Mary, Dressed in gray Roll back the stone With these words scrawled in a severed hand Tears fall like shards of glass that bend In rivers, l

[Originally by Sisters Of Mercy] It's just a feeling I get sometimes A feeling Sometimes And I get frightened Just like you I get frightened too But it's No, no, no No time for heartache No, no, no No time to run and hide No, no, no No time for break