Strange is it not to fall so in love at a funeral
Stranger still to fall so in love with the deceased
A love that might to some seem a bit delusional
I savor the pallor and stillness of life surceased
Often I revisit those from whom I have tasted
I\'ve lingered too long gazing at my beloved prey
I must wait now lost in memories of our embrace
Till sunset and again I\'ll dance this bloody ballet