Oh, sweet slumbering queen
please do not scream
when you awake
to find me
watching you resting.

Know that I am always with you,
a lonely longing observer
silently following you,
admiring the red blush
of your dimpled cheeks
and black bubonic sores
that mark your descent
into that deathly sleep.
Let me part your cold corpse lips
and steal a reapers rightful kiss.

You are a rapturous dream
of dreadfully dark dead things,
shadowy female figure falling
with a mime’s silent screams
as you plead in porcelain complexion
for a Lazarus like resurrection.

I will wait and watch
for your heart to stop.
Then pluck soft white orbs
from your ****** sockets.
I will take your long locks
of ***** blond hair
and put them right next to
the teeth I keep on the
corner shelf covered up over there.
I’ll remove each vital *****
in Egyptian style
and safely sequester them in
my sacred jars,
while keeping your slick
and sticky viscera
in a jar of honey scented formaldehyde;
Making all these pieces of you
parts of my permanent collection,
for only me to view.

Then my killer corpse bride
on our wedding night
I will join you
on the other side
in the bliss of oblivion.