If I should die before I wake
It's a sombre day that I would waste
You in your corner and I in mine
Never the two shall meet til its time
Wondering your thoughts
Mingling with my cares
Both unaware
By the light of the silvery moon, I inquire
If you should die before you wake
What would you be willing to waste?
Quick steps over quicksand
Brimming with ire
Imagined, alight
With hellfire