A Little Thing Called Death

e m p t i n e s s

you stand before me with a grin
sending shivers across my skin
to ruin this mood is the foulest of crimes
but i wish you'd be less cheerful
s o m e t i m e s

your eyes are alive and dancing with light
i'd do anything to let you win this fight
but you're torturing me with your constant flying
or maybe this is what it feels like,
d y i n g

your breath, your skin, my fingertips
your taste, your mouth, our throbbing lips
it meant the world, my voice screams
but to you it meant nothing at all, it
s e e m s

you're so beautiful when you're in love
as graceful as a mourning dove
i can't hide from what i'm feeling
you're just so painfully
a p p e a l i n g