vanity

Let me in
I deserve a place to rest my head
I've suffered just like you (just like you)
May our ghosts feel closer than we are now

Life will go on

Gold lines the corners of your casket
Left open to show your vanity

My body aches
Carrying your pain
I'll be your pallbearer
Mournful and morose

You've always been weak

Our time is approaching
But I know he will take you first
No tears are shed
When we hear you speak of grievance