Make It Count

Just one last time.
I'll hold on to you tonight.
For tomorrow is my last.
And tonight all torture will surpass.
All dreams will be deleted.
All wrongs will be corrected.
For I can not abide with these rejections.
There is no need for lies.
They won't help you now.
So tonight when you shatter my heart.
And when you break my soul.
Make it slow.
Make it painful.
Make it count.

*I just wrote this one, i hope you like it.*