Growing Cold

I’m growing cold, the end is near And it’s all thanks to you my dear Just one more blow to seal my fate In that swing you put all your weight Now I lie here in silken bed My heart separated from my head My skin the whitest shade of pale You drive through the lid the final nail All that I was and will ever have been Is lost forever and will never be seen I slumber now under earthen sheet For you were the best I could ever meet