Infernal Summer

Her skin, so pale...shrouded in black
 I drew down the veil, I wanted her back
 I am at one with what never lived
 I'll draw down the veil, and offer up what I have to give... 

Shall you try and poison my words 
At a summers funeral, I woke to the light
 Shall you lay my bed with thorns
 And clutch at me like you have done to life...? 

Shall I be the chief mourner, in your procession
 No stone lays unturned...(Rest in your grave)
 I can no longer hear, silence calling your name
 Or the choirs of ruin, lamemting your pain