Deathbed

A deathbed needs no blankets no warmth, or soft or kin for he'll never come back out again, once that he's tucked in A deathbed has no kindness, no glows or sweet perfume for Death steals all of this away and in it's place leaves bitter gloom A deathbed keeps no safety no feel of family near no one need be close, they've already left in tears. A deathbed holds no comfort no memories of lifetime past the clock has stopped, and slowly rusts the rough and settling brass A deathbed cures no illness no bedrest helps at all nothing does cure a death, into final rest he falls A deathbed yearns for no one silence is best fit only the pitter-patting tears, and mournful candles that are lit a deathbed holds but sadness just misery my friend but one day soon, you'll lay down too, and all of it will end.