Touch


Touch my hand
Feel me here
Talk to me
Before we disappear
My body is broken
My heart a mess
My soul is wounded
No more, just less
In this twilight
Just call my name
In these final hours
Its the thought that remains
In these lightless moments
The cold sweat of terror
The memory, the anguish
The reminder of my error
Once I would have given my life
For some kind of everlasting love
But the truth is I’m afraid
My life just isn’t enough

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