Imperial Death

Your skin ceased with an imperial white
the dead only hold eachother tight

no one will watch me tonight-
no soul to sell
no story to tell
just an old church bell
and an angel from hell

hold me close
you don't suppose
my compunction is all that you need?
I'll tell you now, I don't want to be free-

imperial white
detritus gold
queen of death
master unfold

this intricate rapport
is done tonight
heaven and hell
will continue to fight-