My Dearest Moth,
Is a baptism what I need
Or an official drowning?
I suppose both will suffice
In deep or shallow waters

But will your voice still resound
When my soul's asleep yet again?
Will its essence be able to resist rest?
Or can I count on you to keep me in dreams
Until the perfect moment comes for me to scream
"Wake me up"

Is death so sweet yet so morbid?
Are the fruits made of paper?
Is a giant bird carrying the weight of the world
With its eggs as our souls?

Do we fall and crack open
Destined for Hell
Or does the bird get tired
And drop the heavy burdens
Telling his boss we fell at our will

I'm trying so hard to decipher your codex
But the hardest part is figuring out
Whether or not you want it broken
Just keep singing me to sleep
(I prefer you over ghosts)