I hear murmurs in my funeral
It was low and almost quiet
there was no men and women
but only the pianist and my rotten friend-----and death

The buzzing sound in my ears
and stomping of their feet
Death spread his arms
and flash me a grin

If to live is to be judged
and to die is the only way to be at peace
then there's no other place for me
but in my coffin bed

@BluInk18 #coffin_bed