Death is a Relief

I still remember the night that she died

I relive her demise with every exhale

Oh! How I waste my dreamlife walking with her corpse, as I present to my love a bouquet of lilies

Her lips taste of sweet memories, now doused in the bitterness of blood

And my eyes, a coffin nailed shut to keep the daylight from saving me

I still remember the night that she died

Our love was just lust, festered with jealousy on the side

But I think we were both waiting for permission to die

We'd been falling apart without haste, rather delicate and with time

Like the changing of the leaves, or like the ripened fruits from the vine

But don't be a fool, I am not one who decorates in green

I vow to be a savior, my pale love's savior.

Now, if my reflection may marry life to my maiden

Let it be so

Then, dear friend, my death do seem a relief

I still remember

I still remember the ni-