kill me with fire

see my eyes and let them melt

drowning in despair or desire

what an odd way to go

if I just die in fire

I feel tired, oh so tired

and the light is dim as hell

sometimes I just wish to feel

something else

like the rain pouring down my soul

like the wind dragging the dust away

sometimes I just wish

It could have been another way

but it was not and there is no point on waiting

my soul is not old but is decaying 

with an unpromised love from my father

I'm pitty for this girl, wish I wasn't her