#1
  
You slipped at the beach yesterday
and today you’re waiting for death to come
in that big black hearse with your name
written in flowers and wreaths.
Make him fight
Make him fight
Make him fight

You slipped at the beach yesterday
and now you could leave at any moment,
leaving me alone in this cold grey world
to fight both our battles.
I’ll do you right
I’ll do you right
I’ll do you right

You slipped at the beach yesterday
and now the beach doesn’t seem like such a lovely place,
the laughter of children now sounds derisory
as it melts with the roar of the waves.
Sweetheart goodnight
Sweetheart goodnight
Sweetheart goodnight

You slipped at the beach yesterday
and seeing my queen unresponsive and calm
with wires in your arms, part of the machine,
the sounds of beasts in my head.
Follow the light
Follow the light
Follow the light
#2
There are patches of good imagery here. That first stanza's a killer, and the laughter melting with the waves? Great. The "leaving me alone in this cold grey world" comes across as a bit cliche though. If I may ask, what's the slip, and what's with the ending? Being hooked up to a life support apparatus?
I am a fake mountain.