Was love too much to ask for
Or was daydreaming about it enough?
Was hate too much to live for
Or was trying to get out of it not connected with love?
Your voice is angelic
Blows out all of Hell’s fires
My choice is perfect
But will you include me in your list of poetic liars?
You sing lullabies at night to your sweethearts
For me you produced a Death Song
I am yet to know when my funeral starts
Was love just too wrong?
And I still love you
Though my heart’s bleeding
And I still owe you
As I lay dying…