a casket my bed, my morbid rest
I am dead
I am blessed
death; a darkness that roams fancily dressed.

a battlefield with no blood, just poison
using words not weapons
where every little thing hurts, that's happened
where the soldiers don't sacrifice but disappear
leaving wounds that are severe.

In our caskets,
Our cadavers they lay
the rain is pouring and the clouds are gray

Six feet under we'll rest
In heaven we're nothing but guests

Hell, our forever home
Our world, where everyone is alone

We die,
And a gift of salvation, we're blessed

In our caskets
Our cadavers they rest.

Felt like an eternity waiting for your birthday
now death is all you wait for
the presents wrapped, was all you crave
now the roses remain still on your grave
so excited, hard to fall asleep the night before
now death is sleep you die for.

You and I were like a garden and a war,
we both fell in love, which left our hearts quite sore
prettiest flowers now covered in blood, the bright skies cloaked with gloom
I'm afraid my little flowers would never bloom.

When I was in my bed taking my last
breath;
I heard a knock at my door and I knew it was death.