Withering Heart
Some don’t understand how I can fly.
They have no idea how I get by.
They’re not aware that you’re kiss is the breath of life I need.
Because if you depart from me I’m afraid I’ll no longer exist.
All attributes from my body will be dismissed.
You sustain my life.
I have no motive to proceed.
What’s happen to me?
I’m too stiff to breathe.
My eyes are swelling.
My knees are too weak.
I’m dying?
What have you done to me?
You can’t envision the affliction I’m enduring.
Can you diagnosis my decease?
My spirit is weeping
My heart is tormenting.
The ache is too anguishing.
I’m dying.
I need you close; I need you here with me.
My rigid corpse is slowly withering.
I can’t bear anymore suffering.
I’m pleading, begging you, please.
Rescue me, somebody.
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