Love as a fatal desire

So long since I've kissed those lips...
I've had her wine running through my veins..
Drunk of pain all day and night..
Waiting for the rain to resurrect my might...
the ghost of the dead lament for me...
as they watch me fall...

poisonous memory
the sorrow disease devours me
clouded vision,as it slowly darkens
I'd have her sight as my last breathes leave me
I'd see death awaiting at her lips

and i could still feel her warmth embracing me
to bring me comfort in winter solstice ....
when all the souls of misery weep
waiting in the shore of black sea
for the rising of the sun