you'll look nice in your grave,
pale and surrendered
to the earth,
All sins forgiven,
By the judging,
For death is sad,
And you won't know,
The faces who came,
To watch you go.
If you don't wait long,
You'll never see the sun again.
Ah,
Death is on my brain.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
