Bare skinned angel
Come a while and lie with me
I am lonely and dying
Of an ailment I can not see,

In my dreams,
As I sleep,
I see horrible monsters
Who hunger for me,

The summer outside is passing,
The house is slowly leaning,
I am quickly perishing,

They are beside my bed,
Palls to hide their faces,

I caught this from a woman,
Maybe a lifetime ago,
It?s from the dirty places,
All the forgotten looks,
That I am dying for now,

They bleed me,
Red, red, red, red,
Soaking my pillow,

Beyond my window,
Is a weeping willow,
That catches the sunlight in its wilting arms,
It is the only one, who truly mourns for me,
It weeps upon the marsh like ground,
And bends forward to show its grief,

But I just smile,
And tell it to be,
I have enough lamenters, you see,

All I wish for now,
Before my soul departs,
Is for the bare skinned angel to lie beside me,
And stroke my hair as I die,
For it is to promise me that it will stay,
Even after the others have gone away,
To whisper sweet verses,
Tell me pleasant things,
Finally carry me
When the church bell rings.