I knew a girl called Sally
She was already dead
Cold and wistful
Barely hanging by a thread

Her limbs were pale and serene
Her heart was bloodless
Eyes sadder than funerals
And just as hopeless

I held Sally once
More than i care to elaborate
Should've held longer
Could've been my undead soul mate

She was witty and morbid
Random and spontaneous
But never sordid
Wise beyond her tears

In the roses we used to lie
Their flora trampled beneath
Look up at the morose sky
My, what beautiful weather.