Death Of the Living Dead

The sadness brings the clouds down low
and raindrops to the sky
the darkness streaks the start of night
and tears fallen from their eyes.

The hardwood coffin bears my name
and date of death so told
Inside's my broken body
Dead and chilled with cold

I'm carried down to earthy grave
Upon the shoulders of my friends
The blood still seeping through the cracks
As they walk another bend

Lower me into the ground
The thud of clay to wood
My shaking hands scratched off my skin
I'd call out if I could

My breath is shallow and hard pressed
Soon I'll be out of air
The poison paralysed my heart
Don't do this, it's not fair

Above ground flowers on my grave
They're dead and without love
My headstone's a small angel
Choking the life from a dove

I'm fading, giving up my hope
Relax, my time has come
Remember though when you are judged
He will know what you've done