• Death creeps in slowly.
    And in the bed I am layed
    I watch the world fade
    And think of life only.

    What is no more
    Will never be found
    'Fore I am bound
    By sheets that have torn.

    By which I dream
    Of seas and trees
    Of flowers and bees
    All darker than they seem.

    No light in day
    By which is night
    Death I cannot fight
    Though I've tried every way.

    Until I reach that spot
    Where all is lost
    And the consequence is no cost
    It's not a bad as I thought.

    I'll wake up that dawn
    Realize my life
    No longer cut by a knife
    To death I am no longer a pawn.