Lips of Life, Lips of Death
Do I want to die? Or is that at
The tip of my tongue, the life that I have
Desired? Could there be more which shows that
This life is worth living, this one is worth
Something more than death, something that can halve
This pain I feel, desire with faux mirth.
But still yet this faux mirth may still be real.
Can you prove it to me? Can you show me
The life within your lips, lips that can heal
All the wounds of my death. Can you show me?
But yet, there may still be death in your words,
Poisoning my lips, dripping down my throat.
Prove me wrong, bless lips, and sheath your sword.
So one this time, I ask: To me, devote.