A shroud of mystery
A misty
Ungodly stench
Raises my nose in mourning
As my feet fumble to a bench
There I rest my body
From loves deadly kiss

My cheek lye
Washed and barren
Hands without a home
Pierce through my holy sleeve
Stretch and crease and pull
Clawing there way out
Entangled like a fool

Twig echoes
Snaps behind me
Still I cannot see
Only a breath
On my neck
Thickened and ghostly

A chilling touch
Rests at tips lengths of my shoulder
Though my chest grows warm
My rest is drastically colder