Death (part three)

Death climbs into bed without getting undressed
Death climbs into bed every night, depressed
with the knife by her side and her life a mess
the death of Death's death Death get's quite obsessed

hiding behind a veil of lies
hidden behind a thin disguise
this isn't the way she wanted to live
do not they have
none fucking eyes

is life worth living
she is unsure
you know your much used signature
there's nothing in life for us two I implore
nothing less
nothing more

as she walks back
under that rain
losing track
of sanity's gain
pick up that knife
slash an arm
feel all that raw
fucking pain

Death lies in there
under that dome
her resting place
becomes her home
for Death is tired
tired of it all
and can no longer
kill alone.