My kiss is like a posion,
deadly to the touch;
Even you are not immune,
I should have known as much.
I can hear your heatbeat slowing,
It's comming to a still;
You can hear the clock start ticking,
Bringing midnight's chill.
I saw my dreams reflected,
inside your fragile eyes;
Then I got to watch them crumble,
as I saw My Shadow rise.
I hold the shattered pieces,
like shards of broken glass;
All the things reflected there,
Bitter to the last.
We seemed so full of promise;
The nights so full of stars,
the days so full of wonder,
It should have all been ours.
If I had known My Shadow,
would follow me even here;
If I had know what my touch would do,
I'd have never brought you near.
Now the fire's burned to ashes,
the clock's sounded midnight the chimes;
All I hear is My Shadow's laughter,
"Love's best kept to rhymes"
