I have seen my self broken and dead
Empty, without any words to say
Kissing on the lips of my beloved
My sweet, sweet, death
She comes and goes and comes back to me
Holding me tight as I drift in my dreams
She is soft spoken
For each word steals your soul
But I know that she loves me
When she comes back for more
She has taken my life more times that I could say
But she always brings me back
So she can visit again
We are in love
Its like a game
Who wins who looses
Its all the same