Wherever you are, I'll follow you.
My angel, of life and death.
There is not enough I can do,
Except give you my dying breath.
I'm sorry I lost some feeling,
But never did I lose yours.
You will be my healing,
Yet my dying cause.
Breathe my bloody valentine,
For more time I borrow,
We shall go out and dine,
In deaths welcome sorrow.
I feel your breath, for the last time alive,
Mine is low, but my eyes ablaze,
And in deaths waters at last I dive.
Falling from your gaze,
I see the light, welcoming me in,
The light I see from above.
As I walk further my eyes thin,
And I enter to find my love.
