The Lips Acquire Stains
Kasson Crooker
All alone to wait
My connected veins are weak
The slowing pulse stops
No more fragile tears to keep
I pace the endless streets
A morphine glaze surrounds me
I slide my arms around your waist
And pull you to my lips
Once stained red
Now are cold with sweat
Desperate for a breath
I am not dead yet
Desperate for your breath
I am not dead yet
The final words I
Heard you say
We'll be together
Somе day
I pulled your body over me
And fеlt you drain away
A drop of blood falls from your mouth
And smears upon my lips
Once stained red
Now are cold with sweat
Desperate for a breath
I am not dead yet
Gasping for a breath
I am not dead yet
Desperate for your breath
I am not dead yet
I am not dead yet
I am not dead yet
I am not dead yet