I'm laying on a metal table in a morgue
This is no place for the living.
Only a single spotlight shines on me
The rest is complete darkness.

There are noises everywhere
Scaring the life away from my soul.
It's bone chilling screams
And death threatening moans.

It's the first words of the dead
And the last cries of the living.
This horror is unbearable
But my limbs are numb.

The spotlight shatters
And all sound has stopped.
Then, a "CREEEEAK" of a cabinet door
And the sliding of a bed.

My heart both stops and pounds through my chest
My body trembles.
The cold, dark hand of death
Latches to my ankle.

Then I awake
Cold sweat and beating heart.
A shaken mind
And relapsed eyes.

The grasp of the hand I will not lose
The touch of death has opened me.
It's cold and relentless
While forgiving and kind.