My Dear old Friend

Death my dear
old friend
Please tell
us when
When is this horrible
life going to end
Could you start by
killing all the madmen
After that could you
please murder my girlfriend
I'm sick of feeling her
skin against mine at night
again & again
I would set her body
on fire it would
be an godsend
We'll dance the ring
of fire just please
tell us when
The death is
our bookend


Sweep the wooden
floor
Sweep it good
We have to get
rid of all the blood


We life
we die
We laugh
we cry
Death not
ends it


Please let me die
before the end
of time
Mother please
don't cry
It's all for the best
it has to be
this way
I don't want an funeral
& I don't want an grave
Just read my words
& you'll know why