Graveyard memories hurt to dig up
The shovel sounds like imminent doom
Sounds and shadows
Stillness and woe
Acheron cries for you my darling
And crows are silent as the ravens
Nevermorenevermorenevermore
Whispers of Lenore
Lethe is a fucking temptress with her beckoning waters
The shovel hits rotten wood
Skeletons are dug up and stolen from the earth's closets
Your skin is ash and the graves are burning away still
Styx keeps your torn muscle beating
Phlegethon burns and burns and burns and burns
(They scream in the torrid flamewaters)
You try not to weep, digging twice-removed graves in the Garden where the rivers spawn
Trees are outlines in the distance, eternity and knowledge both
Immortality is not life, and you know this now
