roting corpse

dont miss her bright red hair
her livid under eyes
dont think to miss this chance
the one you like just dies

no lurid flesh on skin,
so firm and warm with life
this meat is thinning fast
due to untimely strife

dont miss her blue dear eyes,
sunken but not so sunk,
dont miss this chance to meet her
dont get yourself so drunk

shes not gone but on the way,
we've all time to greive
you'd swear the same about another
but that one now, you leave.

no dancing eyes, no gayest smile
no jokes told underkey.
broken bones, a fractured skull,
no life is left for thee.