Necrophilia’s Karma.

Become a single connection to the underground sand.
Amusement evolves into depression as the one you loved now is gone.
Annabel Lee Edgar Poe cried for he still felt attraction for his dead Oh Annabel Lee.
Running fingers down her spine as she lays dead and you take celebration over her none active soul.
A smile in your face arms wrapped around a skeleton of the one you love