this dress that she adorns
is a shade of dire black
and whole, at death, she scorns
it comes creeping behind her back
its clammy fingers grab her
and it laughs at her surprise
as its darkness surrounds her
she slowly, painfully dies
now inside a coffin
lies her vacant shell
her bodies no longer talking
but her souls burning in hell
into the ground they lay her
and then they walk away
they all soon forget her
theres no flowers on her grave
the angel of death grins
for he will gladly judge
those swimming in their sins
those that refuse to budge
and remain on the devils plate
will never see the light
or make it through heavens gate
