Sweet Death - The Monochrome Set

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!