Death, I've seen through my mother's shallow breaths
The whisper of sadness moving into my head
That thing pushing and pulling inside my chest is skipping
Jumping and leaping at an irregular pace
The balloon of air is full but I feel asphyxiated by the pain
Numbing legs crawling to my head, every second seems like a century at haste

Death is for those who live, and sip the morning sun
Or for those who walk and feel the wind in their palm
I'm a diabetic walking on a candy store
With you as a tootsie roll
I can look and leer holes through your soul
But I cant taste let my lips drown into your
Wishing a chance to feel your warmth and the sweetness you have wrapped

A different kind of death I feel when you're around
The kind that kills me and bring me to life at the same time
The kind that creates a memory for me to smile to and frail at the same time
Stopping this borderline obsession, there is no chance
You've cut my legs down so I cant run, and hide from your charms
In my blood you slowly dine , leaving me no choice but to wait and die