I dream about death taking over me.

Wrapping its slender olive-colored finger around my neck, and whispering sweet nothings to me

As she takes my life through my parted lips.

So when she pulls away she knows I have given her everything.

Newly revived eyes meet mine, and I feel that even though I had died

I never felt more alive.

But she is Death, and once death have taken you away she will not stay.

You may say,"Hey I think I know what love is," expose every secret you swore you will take to the grave but yet, 

She runs away.

And you're brought back to life, eyes exposed to a bright white light.

Paramedics and parents at your bed side, holding your hand and saying,

"Hang in there, you'll be alright."

And you relise that to be alive, is to no longer survive.

I am in love with Death, and though I may be alive I realize,

I am dead inside, and my soul will not be at peace 'till Death be upon me.