Our Home Is Not Yet A Tomb

But if everyone sins this much is true

-until we both die I’ll still have you.

Hell or no, we will rest from guilt,

when sleep would be best.

I will not worry about our grave,

if it should be cold or move.

When we go we'll go together.

Until then your home is next to me,

your eyes closed in our bed,

where our afterlife is near-

we dream about each other.