I'm Sleeping In Your Grave
I'm Sleeping In Your Grave
When I returned home
After burying you in
The moon-lit grave,
I found myself
Inadvertently buried.
And I found you wide awake
In my room, smiling a smile
That only a death-proof
Angel can smile, the face
Lighting up like a dream
Of a cuckoo sleeping on the
Dew-laden roses in a drowsy evening.
As the clouds hanging from
An intoxicated sky, your
Lips moved, releasing,
Like rain in slow motion,
A few words that seemed to
Ask me: “Where have you been?”
The mysterious night sitting
Heavily on my eyes, I feebly said:
“I went to attend my funeral”.
“But how can you sleep
In my grave”, you asked.
“If you are sleeping
In my bed,
Can't I sleep in your grave?"