Death, my love,
shall we dance a while?
The fight of this life has lost its thrall.
Whisper sweet nothings of release and peace.
Ah you tempt me.
Worshiped with a passion lovers would envy.
Come, hold me.
In your embrace I would lose this heavy weight.
My lips can only utter I’m sorry so many times.
My heart can’t beat for its breaking.
So come dark and endless sleep.
Let the waking nightmare cease.