Dancer

To you it's as if I was already

Marked and waiting on Death's list.

It keeps me safe from many sins.

How slowly life drains out of me.

My steps are often steeped in gloom,

My heart beats in a sickly way

And it gets weaker every day.

A death angel stands in the middle of my room.

Yet I dance till I'm out of breath.

Soon lying in the grave I'll be

And no one will snuggle up to me.

Oh, give me kisses up till death.