It is a dig to be remembered br Dark thick and wet in reality br The grave difference in texture br Between life and death br Soft white pillowed silky fabrics br Entombed br In a cold hard metallic and concrete vault br Marked by a stone and a numbered plot br Where embalmed dreams and thoughts br Once so alive and filled with vigor br Escape through the mouths of worms br To be heard by only the dead ears br Attuned to the sound of silent prayers br Red roses dried in a bouquet of growing fingernails br Folded across the pleats of white satin br Concealing the naked body of the virgin br Sacrificed for love br Death of the old ways, has taken on a new love in Lady Frankenstein br And no one could love her more than me...