The Grateful Dead (Kind of eerie but sad over all).

Till death do us part?
Well kill me now;
Strike me down someone,
somewhere, somehow.

Stop wasting my time,
with your foolish ideals,
get a grip-you've no idea,
how pain really feels.

To be a shadow, known and ignored,
is to be nothing but emptiness,
trapped within the empty cold,
and who put me here? Have a guess!

But alas, blame you I cannot,
For in truth it was all my hearts fault,
I had the key but then I lost it,
Now im locked within my vault.

In my grave at my death,
Perhaps I will lie as in my bed,
and on the coffin I may scrape,
Behold me-the grateful dead

Copyright Mairi Mackenzie 2005