Waiting ...fighting
Dying desire
Feeling my touch
I can feel your skin
a rush of blood
spreading throw me
Each waking thought
of love not hate
for all to share
Thy eyes are shaky
when will it end
its the sadness
that eats us instead
and the pity
of wanting more
degrading us lower
on the floor
i cannot get up
may i have some water
to clear thy throat
For I'm going to faint
please kill me softer ..
