I can see the crows waiting.. They can’t tell I’m not dead, but can you?
There’s no light anywhere, and I’m rotting. My mouth’s been sewn shut for a while; eyes stuck, hands still.
This coffin is pretty and cozy and I am so cold..

I can see the crows waiting.. They can’t tell I’m not dead, but can you?
There’s no light anywhere, and I’m rotting. My mouth’s been sewn shut for a while; eyes stuck, hands still.
This coffin is pretty and cozy and I am so cold..