Labor of Death

We turn to the mirror and see eyes caught in a shadow
The lethal gleam of your funeral

You drifted the air with decay
Your body dissolves each time I say your name

He stood by my bedside with death in his hands
No one will hear you again into the next depression

I saw you coming
I knew the taste like a wound
Always there you forget the moon

Moonlight under your skin I stood by you in the end

Labor of death the way we always saw you