3 September 2012
Lying on my death bed, Your face is all I see, The only thing worth living for, The only one I need.
An arrow in my stomach, A pain like none before, My breath heaving in shallow gasps, Torture I have in store.
Your face above mine dulls it, It fades the stinging crush, You whisper-sing a lullaby, And so descends a hush.
Numbness and unfeeling now, All I see is you, All I hear is your soft voice, And so it guides me through.
Arrow In My Stomach. • Opuss № I