Endlessly

Blinded by darkness and six foot deep
clawing my way out of eternity
it sings in me, this fantasy
lulling me into fragile sleep

oh, what is love but a brand new tomb?
Still waiting for a body fresh and new
gravestones telling the story of me and you
crumpled roses that have lost their bloom

if my heart is truly poisoned
I beg death to comfort me

end me swiftly now

from the shadows I see my own funeral
and I watch ignoring the window panes and murals
depictions of a false god performing miracles
love has a cruel way of drawing out burials

it is you who always held the shovel
darling, let's just get this over with…

end me swiftly, please