Dead People Around.

Dead is thy beauty,
Dead is thy curse,
Absent minded,
Thy soul flying with thy ashes.

Sitting with shadows,
can someone see thou,
thy black blood,
ov praiseful roots,
thy anus.

When darkness creeps,
over thy haunting sun,
the happy corpse rises,
into thy soul.
Contrasted surroundings,
ov black and white,
visualizes thou.

Can some one see me,
the beatiful zombies,
ever accept,
the human sitting in the dark.

Dont fall asleep,
as the lullabies ov death,
may fall into thy ears,
for thou shalt never whisper again.

Holding ye last breath,
vommitting the last words,
unless i close my eyes,
shalt may dissapear forever.