Echoes

She burns me like the sun,
And I cannot sway,
With nowhere to run,
I will not look away,
Smoke rising from her gun,
It mustn't end this way,
Don't kill me just for fun,
On such an empty day.

With nothing to gain,
I still shall stay,
It seems in vain,
Yet I don't stray,
The anguish burns,
And I still pray,
That she returns,
Lest I decay.

Make my soul hell,
And it shall pay,
To leave its cell,
So it may say,
You are the one,
That, to this day,
Has always won,
Like child's play.

I see you still,
And your deep eyes,
Beyond my will,
Desire cries,
And it still seems,
To my dismay,
That my heart dreams,
In disarray.