Sweet Death
(Indisponível)
Six feet down and still my girl
Coming from another world
Sit and wait to touch her curls
Tapping at my window pane
Gently rapping on my brain
I can hear her call my name
Death!
Sweet, sweet death!
Fluttering wings unseen but heard
On my floor the dust is stirred
Fingers tracing out these words
Rasping breath inside my head
Coming closer to the bed
Everything is turning red
Death!
Sweet, sweet death!
Hollows moving on the sheet
Smell is getting very sweet
Icy lips caress my cheek
Wake up, morning, pearly white
I ain’t got no appetite
The sun, it seems so very bright
Death!
Sweet, sweet death!
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