One, Two, and Three

My bare feet slap the cold hard floor
A race to my heart, my love
Who sleeps, who slept
Just passed the closed oak door

One kiss on her pale small hand
Two on her cheek
And three on her corpse lips
Till no longer I can barely stand

With my tears, like a tear
I fall to my knees
I'm so weak, melting in the cold
I can only stare at my fear

Lifeless, the eerie quiet
She never said good-bye
Though I'd never let her
Now is too late to deny it

So one last on her hand
Two more for her cheek
Three for her corpse lips
And a feeling I will never understand