Last night I dreamt of her,
My Sentence was crying over a corpse,
She made him lay in her lap,
He was in his most blissful nap.
Than I looked close to see who was he,
To my amazement that he was me,
She stabbed him with his love, is what I heard people say,
I was dead but still I looked so gay.
My heart was bleeding, thats where she aimed,
She stabbed it straight, she had it lamed,
Damoiselle didnt realize what she was doing,
She was trying to wake me but I wasnt moving.
Each breath I took on the path of my death,
Bliss is what I felt, pain is just myth,
My damsel was crying, why did I make her cry,
But to tell you, for me, her lap was the Best Place to Die.......
