Make Space for Me in Your Coffin
A love poem. Kind of...
Make space for me in your coffin
Let me hold your empty shell
When you turn back into nothing
Let me rot away as well
I am happiest decaying
It excuses many flaws
to call them tricks that time is playing
And avoid the dreaded pause
Let me hide inside your ribcage
Let me rattle in your bones
In your shelter I'm a blank page
Guiltless, fearless, safe, alone.
Make space for me in your coffin
Let me hold your empty shell
When you turn back into nothing
Let me rot away as well
I am happiest decaying
It excuses many flaws
to call them tricks that time is playing
And avoid the dreaded pause
Let me hide inside your ribcage
Let me rattle in your bones
In your shelter I'm a blank page
Guiltless, fearless, safe, alone.
