I sit here and feel my life slip away.
Is it because of the cold night
or is it because of the ice in my heart.
When you left me ,
I was fine .
But now that your gone
I'm empty of me.
Does that mean
I was yours,
or is it just
another trick.
For my heart still beats.
My blood still flows.
So what is this feeling
that I'm feeling.
Is it death or
is it life.
As the wind blows
on my pale face.
I feel this heat
from deep within,
is that life's little spark,
or is it your knife.
As I wonder this,
I hear breathing.
I turn to see
a shadow of
you.
Your riped and bleeding,
yet like me your
still here.
So this is
what it's like
to be Death's
lover.
As Death takes
us for a spin.
One last dance my love,
then forever night.
So we spin,
as we do
more life slips.
Until we are nothing
but shadows of blood.
Who will rise
once again,
who will be
lost in night.
Only time and
Death's choice
will tell.
