Ophelia’s Dream

Is it a marble slab or on my bed I lie
As I dream of love that’s pure that doesn’t die
Is my love a cadaver, a train that’s run its course
Are the tears that trickle down my face its suicidal force

Onward to destruction, onwards to his death
I know soon he’ll draw his last breath
So as I lie and dream of him I’m on a marble slab
Each draws a hand of cards and mine have turned out bad

For some moments of happiness is all that you can dream
For me those moments too will be denied it seems
I lie upon my marble slab I dream and then I cry
I know that it’s a moment

Soon all of us will die
Soon all of us will die