Bed As Cold As A Grave

I go to rest my weary head in the land of the dead

My bed, such a dreary place
Where love had lived,

A sleeping frame so fine and fair
So cold and still, breathing away

Our memories slamming against pillows as we lay

In dreams for a new day, a new nightmare every night

As she subconsciously shrinks to my touch, I know she sleeps not for me anymore

She dreams not for me and thinks not for me
This bed is as cold as a grave

I shiver every time I lay next to her, she’s as cold as this grave

I sleep and pray for a new day but, still the nightmares are when I wake

The day is as cold as the nights and I live as a ghost on this earth

I live only to exist, my joy is that of a ghost’s joy, stuck in purgatory

I live simply because, life is to die eventually

As cold as that bed, my grave await me.

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