Perform your work
Like a musician
On my carcass
That lays on the bed
Uncover my head
Cover my scars of dread
Rid me of the look of death
Make me look like I'm just in a peaceful rest
Pretty me up
Till I'm something you can stand looking at
Be my last affection
And let me feel your lips
Against my cold skin
Leave them there
Till all their warmth has left into my body
So, I can feel as if you cherish me
About the Creator
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