Listen to the sweet little words between my precious little fingers.
The whispers weaving between the falisified lense of your brain.
I let my last kiss, planted on your hips, linger.
Then I feel the grit of the sand against my skin, feel the pain.
You're love left its smitten blood stain.
Every velvet night, filled with the stench of death, I let the tears through.
When they hit the cloud beneath my head, know they are there because of you.
I tried to open my eyes, see past the bloody tears, to try to see something new.
I guess you knew...
The only reason I fell for you.
Was that my heart spread its wings and grew.
Falling from the sky did I see my last breath.
As I felt his tender embrace around my neck, I heard his name.
He whispered, "Hello my name is Death."
