The window of your bedroom wall
protects you from the cold
yet the image on the outside
the final whisp, your dying breath
and when I'm there to close your neck
your days on earth are through
The flowers in the darkened room
cries of anguish in the night
thunder, rain and distant screams
the living souls dress in black
and pray for your remains
Eternal rest, eternal peace
torment that once burned in you
is now cold as your stone
another life tired of pain
and screaming, put me to sleep
Please, please Mr. Reaper