Underworld

A dead man’s attire fits me like a glove

I find tranquility as I watch the ground meet the dove

Normality irks me as roses do

I’d rather watch them decay

and to kindness, I turn away

I hate the sound of a human sing

I’d rather hear it cry or scream

Don’t show me the living

That’ll make my skin crawl

Let’s go to the Underworld

I’m sure you’ll have a ball