Last encounter

[angel'sdrug]

Her eyes, her lips, her voice,
the things that wrench my heart of joy,
the pain of hearing those words again,
the words that burn a hole into my soul.
the soul that lost feeling long ago.

Her tongue, her touch, her,
the craving of every man,
but only i have had to hand,
and as that hand has drift away,
i pour my heart and soul to see,

and as the words i speak are said,
no reply comes from her head,
and as the words i speak are said,
i drink the syrum and goto bed.