Eternity on Paper [COMPLETE]

Prey

My religion is a spiral,

A whirlpool of deep blue.

Entrenched within and viral,

A permanent infection because of you.

Adorned in a garb of sweet misery,

Black is always my favorite choice.

And everyone says it looks good on me,

They've never tried to hear my voice.

They'll clasp their hands together over that deep hole,

And bow their heads with expressions quite grim.

They'll ask for safe passage of his soul,

And pretend that they always knew him.

But the time for burial has already passed.

Frozen stiff and encased in ice,

They wouldn't get it even if they asked.

Smile anyway, being the living dead is really quite nice.