The living dead

In darkness i do not sleep.
my crypt can not feel me.
the light of day i can not keep.
i wish some one could see.

i need to break my loves heart.
to tell him that i am dead.
i know it will rip him apart.
but his thoughts and words i do dread.

i wish i could tell you i'm dying.
to tell you my lying trust.
but the devil on my sholder is sighing.
and the angel is screaming at my lust.

the blood i once thought was durty.
now beckonds me to its sight.
now i must act all flirty.
to get a tast of my once known fright.

let my mind wonder and flee.
let my heart die in peace.
please let my soul be free.
but i am my own living decises.

the living dead, the living dead.
divided by our thurst.
in moments they do dread.
if i do not get it i will burst.

find me my love your living dead.
keep me from giving to my lust.
lie me down in my inclosed bed.
to keep me from my coffens trust!