i've caught death once again
from the woman who carries her coffin
with every word
i can feel misery snapping my brittle bones
but how is she so well composed
when everything she has is rotting?
i'm not new to this world of corpses
and pretty little dresses laced with blood
but she is a veteran here, who has earned her honor
maybe she enjoys the fact that it's all coming to an end..
even hell can get comfy once you've settled in