Lovers In Death
You start off small, with that feeling in your chestAnd he looks at youAnd says words you’ll never forgetThey ring in your ears, Every day you’re getting closerOffering sweet, succulent kissesThey are cold at times, too. He pushes you down in the summer heatIn your coffin, it gets oh so heavyAs your heart burns through your chestThe ashes pile up in the hands of the cremationHe gently steals your breath and you moanFor help; for ecstasyThe feeling in your stomach is backTen foldThe news starts spreadingSome could care lessOthers come for comfortYou watch them allThey do not know your painThey do not know those exact words he said;Or the high when he stole your breathAll they know is it’s overAll you are left with is memories, Darkness and quiet sufferingTrapped in some nethersphere Slowly pittering away with thoughtsThen like a phoenix Life comes swooping back inBreathes you back into it’s wakeAnd moving on to better days.
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