haunting melody -
i weave myself in aphrodisia
wisps of music echoing
throughout desolation

impossible to keep
from my lips
i find myself whistling it
walking amongst overgrown
tombstones
a lachrymose endeavor

most often - a dagger
twisting wildly through the air
whistling through soft supple flesh
a near orgasmic thrust
this tune awaits my ears
as dead men walk about

a harsh cry from a severed throat
sparks memory recent
i have many more to massacre
before my dirge is complete

(Note, this is neither OC or IC, but IC for something else I'm involved
in RL)

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Daedalan, in the year 312 AF.