My heart is still beating, so I must be alive.
My dog is but a gentle beastWhite-faced, and with careful easeShe spends her days curled up and warmHer legs tucked in, a perfect form
Who’s that! Who’s dead in my bed!Grim as grim could be, T’is meCold, stark, and quite aloneNothing left in my flesh, but bones
Before my mind turns onBefore my heartbeat revsBefore the sunlit dawnsThere’s a voice in my head