Dark life

How dance must you upon my bed

needs rest must I my weary head

Oh nurse are you my prison hold

My saviour, yes, as be so bold

Suffered pain is want of me

muscle torn,,torn limb agree

deep dread the surgeon knife I flee

cut deep the blade,my dreams cut me

Nurse dance must you upon my bed

hark is the night my bed must rest

change you of way,,of me leave free

let hallucinatory dream chase me

return of me from hellish night

day doth dawn,tells of my plight

onward ,forward day must dread

No dance must you upon my bed



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