Bella (Muerte)

Tell me, what troubles you, gorgeous?
You thought your mortal life was endless.
You thought you couldn't bleed.
And all it got you was a trip to the morgue,
Caged up in a coffin and a six foot drop.
I hope it gets lonely because I know I will.
And I hope your memory fades
Just like your poor, pitiful face

A procession of sorts
And rest in peace.
I hope you're better off
Never thought the angels
Would mourn an extinguished fire
But I, for one, am sick of crying
Because you still look beautiful in death

Your funeral calls for celebration
Distress put to eternal sleep
Worries drowned at the bottom of a lake
Your spirit may dance among the stars
But your ghost is engraved
Into the depths of my darkest dreams
And with you gone my life is as bleak
As this desolate cemetery

A procession of sorts
And rest in peace.
I hope you're better off
Never thought the angels
Would mourn an extinguished fire
But I, for one, am sick of crying
Because you still look beautiful in death

You never told me
Why you were so sad
And I never told you
That you were my everything
"Immortality doesn't come cheap"
An epitaph fit for you, alone.

A procession of sorts
And rest in peace
I hope you're better off
Never thought the angels
Would morn an extinguished fire
But I, for one, am sick of crying
Because you still look beautiful in death

If you can understand me
If you can hear me at all
Maybe I'll let you know
What you mean to me