My room is a graveyard
My room is a graveyard
Full of decay
Hopes, Dreams, Regard
Slowly wasting away
My bed is my coffer
The Final resting mound
A pillow my marker
My blanket the ground
I sleep to await
An eternal dusk
But it comes too late
For I am a living husk
My grave-keeper needs to hurry to my bed
And pull the blanket up over my head
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