Edgar Allan Poe or Emo lyrics?

And all of the corpses / Walk step by Step /To the rhythm of their once beating heart

Come, let the burial rite by read/ The funeral song by sung/ An anthem for the queenliest dead/ That ever died so young

I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore

Years of love have been, forgot in the hatred of a minute

Lay still like the dead/ From the razor to the rosary/ We could lose ourselves and paint these walls in pitchfork red

So this is continuous happiness/ You know, I always imagined it something more

And all I loved, I loved alone

Dressed in a fashion that's fitting to the inconsistencies of my moods

Deep in earth my love is lying / And I must weep alone

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed