Sister Wilhelmina Lancaster looked beautiful in her coffin, she didn't decompose in 5 years, it was a miracle. To this day, no one can explain it.
Dead bury their dead, I want to be a vicious and hideous monster, I want people to rue the day they look at me and gawk, cover me in thistle and grave goods. Death takes the honey from my lips, it'll take the honey from whatever passes as my beauty too, I want Heaven itself to weep for such a death, and I want it to hurt everyone, blaze forth the death of a martyr, blood will have blood, and from my eyes I hope people see it, I hope it breaks grief like clouds in the rain, lie next me, a whore, unpack my heart with wounds and words that hurt you, I want you to hurt forever, to hurt like I have, a secret soul, secret rites, kiss on your face, there are chains on me because I am dangerous.