Every morning (Necrophiliac)

When I wake up every morning
My head is filled with dreams of you
You eyes are so deathly dark
And your skin such a pretty blue

When I wake up every morning
You are the first thing that I see
But when I kiss your lips
I think that you forget to breathe

When I wake up every morning
I feel your hand in mine
You always listen to me
Even though I have been unkind

When I wake up every morning
I hold your body tight
So worried you will slip away
Each and every night

When I wake up every morning
You are laying in my bed
My heart turned cold as ice
When they told me you were dead