Beneath these satin sheets I cry
a comfortable sheath of dreams
that carry me beyond my mental eye
and inhibit my growing needs

Beneath these satin sheets I bleed
unable to feel external stimuli
I fight against the air to breathe
but pray I'll be your feast tonight

Beneath these satin sheets I die
by your gentle hand with a dull blade
I bleed to save you and I
and treasure the grave in which I lay