Dead girls in the leaves
They take my breath away
Dead girls in the trees
I watch them swing and sway

Of them I often inquire
What it feels like to die
I wish to know; I desire
If death is rather shy

Only they would know
If his breath is soft like air
Only they will show
If bones decorate his hair

I wait for them to tell
What it’s like as his prey
They wait for me in hell
In the bones where they lay

Dead girls in the leaves
Whisper warning to my soul
Dead girls in the trees
I watch and ignore them all

Here is death; came as sworn
And sits down at my side
To hear the dead girls mourn
From the place where they died