Psychopomp

Psychopomp, my darling
Woke up to a corpse this morning
Well the windows walk when ghosts may speak
The Locke and key on holy seas
And all the reasons bodies lie
The streets are paved with cyanide
Thus spoke the sparrow cauterized
Now kill away the honored eyes
With cigarettes and blackened veins
The altar stood betwixt the flames
And there my darling rest her head
Corrupted coffins, maid of flesh

She told me seven names
Fleshmetal implements
Surgery can now commence
I cut their souls in twain
Determined, of the ashes born
Christ is lamb, and he is shorn

Psychopomp, my darling
Where the eiderdowns are calling
Between blood and pumping servitors
Automatons and early lore
Oh how I remember you
Secrets sleep in closing truths
The avarice, amygdaloid
Within the vast cerebral void
Where trumpets play to herald
The arrival of a fallen maze
That drowns out sanity
In this auto-da-fe

Psychopomp, my darling
When you leave me behind
Carry me with you
For I will fade and die
Floating in the ashes
Are the pieces of a god
I jettisoned to open the lion
That we are
Psychopomp, my darling
Will you go when I am stayed?
When the caverns have collapsed
And all the ropes have worn and frayed
Psychopomp, my darling
There is blood all on the walls
When I grow up, I want to be
Like you nothing at all

Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all
Nothing at all