Stained the sheets with passion sweat,
Laid by your side deep into the night,
Trying to hold your hand when you've got
An iron grip in my heart,
And the hand is closing tight.
Your kiss is infecting me, 
Affecting me, through all this life.
Can't I see, what you're doing here?
Where will we be, when I realize life,
Isn't just meant to give you your little death?
Panting to the beating of your heart,
Eyes closed tight against the pain,
Or the pleasure, I don't know.
Or care, anymore.
Terror sweat stains my soul,
When I  try and open up those eyes,
And think you might vanish as I do.
You shiver as I whisper your name,
Through tight clenched lips,
As I move over you.
Drinking your life through little sips,
It's too late, I'm afraid,
There is no cure for me, you permeate
My soul, and there is no escape.
Your love has infected me,
What will matter when I realize my life,
Is only meant to give you a little death?