Second

We sing about life
At the tip of a knife;
Give in to the beat
That lashes at our feet.

We see the breeze
Brush us like leaves.
Waiting to spring,
Waiting to sting.

Regret is an empty bed,
Words foolishly said,
A hand stained red.

Into Time's honored bones you fell
And there you'll dwell.
Contently at play,
Dancing away.

Oh how I miss you...
How I long for your candy lips,
How my body burns for your hips.
From my mind your memory slips.

You were my life, my vessel, my ship.
Now I'm floating adrift, dying of thirst
In a sea without water, not a drop, not a sip,
Hopelessly wishing that I had gone first.