Death and His Woman
"Make it hurt, but make it sweet,
All I want is our lips to meet.
You can tease me, please please me,
And please make this nice and easy.
You are so dark and tempting, too,
Only you know what I've been through.
So help a friend, stop it now-
This sad feeling that drags me down/
Make it better, and meet me quick,
I want you bad; it seems so sick.
I'm bound to you, you can't be avoided,
Hit me hard, like the evil of the world did.
Take me now & hold me close,
I guess i'll meet you sooner than most.
A life with you will be much better,
Wrap me up in your dark weather.
There you are, I see you coming,
In my heart holds violent drumming.
Your touch is cold & not what I expect,
It's too late now; there's nothing left.
Hello, sweet one, who I have called,
This must be the moment that the curtain falls.
Heart beat faints and my mind drifts,
You let go, but I feel you on my lips.
You lay me down, so I can rest,
I'm scared to see what happens next.
Copyright © Alexis Amann | Year Posted 2015
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