You bring me closer to the edge
With every word you speak
Words like daggers to my ears
I'll remember the embers
Of love and hope again
Bringing cloudy eyes to rain
Speed past the sweet destruction
No limit to your style of murder
To a young soul's heart
You bring me closer to my surrender
You're a storm too late
I've all but given up
One last shallow breath
My last words are truth
Which have already been spoken
Yet I sputter them again
Bring me back to life
With a sweet reply
I'd rather die again
Than to suffer your pseudes hope.
