Six Feet Under

Six feet under brown hard earth,
Dancing on my grave with hidden mirth
Smothered flame soul away to alight,
Dead eyes away to restore their sight.

Six feet under with no way out,
Waiting till I'm dug out by worshipper devout
Worshipper devout, wish it was you
With a soul like gold, never to be true.

My own soul lost, fled towards the horizon,
Yours to dig me out, waiting to wizen,
While follower toils away, I hoping that one day,
That this inconvenience, I will one day slay.

Six feet above with no way out,
In the above world, no listener to my shout,
Mother moon looks down, scolding my return,
Rays shine down on my skin, trying to burn.

Six years by ten, still eternally young,
A sorrowful lament, spouts from a single tongue,
My worshipper dead, my true love fled,
I look down at my dress; soaked with red.

Six years by ten, losing years fast,
Flashes of white, ghosts from my past,
Walk across my vision, the last sights I shall see,
I find my worshipper, in my deadened Hell to be.