your perfect black dress
casts a shadow upon my damaged mind
come, see the dead
come inside my mind
with your perfect black dress

we will dance and we will feast
in the halls of Paree
amongst the peddles of bones
we will create
a passion ever so grey,

for me, you are a poem that breathes
in your perfect black dress
made of silk,
but when my desire dims
into the grave, you will
sink.