Blood for My Bed

How lovely, how warm, how soft is my bed.
It flows around my body, it embraces me in red.
How beautiful the ceiling, so clean, so white.
Just like a beacon in darkness, that bright shining light.

How thick the walls, so solid, so hale.
A wonderful shield for my body so frail.
How clear the windows, how breathtaking the view.
Farewell dear world, I bid thee adieu.