His name is death (or ..you)

He comes even closer
And pulls back his hood
His face is handsome
I wouldnt run if i could

He draws me near
I take a breath
He presses his lips to mine
And i can taste my death

My body is cold,
Limp and weak
He drags me to the fountain
And pulls me in deep

This water is murky
And gray like a rock
My body sinks deeper
As my soul floats to the top