Murky

Grind my bones into dust,
And snort them to feel again.
Tell me, what do you see?
Do you see a bitter end?

Talk to the house skeleton,
And maybe I'll get their key.
But, where do I find the lock?
And what is it I'll set free?

Cobwebs and creaking skin
Look beautiful in the fog.
But what if the path is gone?
Should I settle in the grey bog?

Spiders and worms on my flesh.
It's an itch I just can't cure.
Would you say my last rites?
Can you make my soul pure?

Cool myself in the chill water
While the banshees dance around.
Would you stay with me 'til the end?
I promise I won't make a sound.