Amongst The Dead

Rip my flesh rottenI am inside so oftenmy bed a glib coffin;but crucifixes soften.  Talk well of the deadat a grave sight nightfalls upon mourningon a face tears fight. I weep a sorrow grabdo sweet tunes swayin an a cappella voiceevict saddness away. Turn off the switch torest our eyes bed find.So in a creeping…