Where You'll Find Me Dead

My bed

A place to lay my head?

Lie down and rest?

A place you'll find me dead?

My desk

A place to write my thoughts?

To rip out my heart?

Where it will no longer start?

My car

A place to roam the streets?

Drive me and my friends to parties?

Where our hearts will stop there beats?

My body

A thing that writes at my desk

Roams the streets

And lies on my bed

It is also where you'll find me dead