Marc Almond - Remorse Of The Dead Lyrics
My dark belovedWhen you lie asleepDeep within your black marble tombFor alcove and lodgeYou will keep a damp, dripping vaultA pit of gloomAnd when the stoneWeighing down your breastAnd your thighs once suppleThrough scant concernStills your heartFrom its desiring questFastens your feetFrom the reckless runThe grave, which sharesMy eternal dreamFor the poet the grave always understandsDuring long nightsWhen sleep is far awayWill ask: what do you gainYou dumb whoreNot to have known what the dead cry for?And, like remorse,At your flesh worms will gnaw