I use to be afraid of the dreams
Afraid as they throlls were
The bed was my scaffold
No later light has lightened, up my heaven
No second morn has ever shone, for me
All my life's bliss from, thy dear life was given,
All my life's bliss is, in the grave with thee solidifying
When day turned into night
The darkened was my life
But upside down it turns
Dreams of nights were my friends
Cursed by life, hidden in lies
Fading from the air,
Beauty now dies
Life is giving in
My sweet thought of death