Sonnet for a Grave

I sleep on a bed of flowers
They are gray and suit me well
I sleep and dream for hours
They are real and waking up is hell

I took a chance on the medicated dance
Now I’ve gone and lost my partner
I took a pill to break my will
Now I’ve fallen even harder

I have too much time to think
But my thoughts don’t stay together
I have flesh that will rot and stink
But my head will stay forever

Oh woe, oh woe, will carry me
Oh woe, oh woe, why can’t they see
Horror, horror, lurks behind my eyes
Horror, horror

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