Death, why won’t you be my lover?
You are as good as ever
My nails are caked with dirt
My neck a ring of rope
I know you want me too
You are with me all through
The cold and sacred night
My homage by lamplight
You leave me hidden presents
I just long for your essence
Every night I pray
That I won’t live another day
The doe cries out for help
This is pain that can’t be felt
The radiance comes from knowing
That Death will soon be coming