Killing Me Softly

desire, you're killing me, softly

am i too late for saving?

my fate depends on the killing of my cravings before they kill me

the feelings that only add to my evils

advice that only adds to my vices

thorns in my side are what my wants wish for me

too many veils have been torn for me to die blissfully

my sins are in rotation

they're killing me, softly

all that i lack

taunting my eyesight

foreshadowing the very day my heart may come under attack

by the day i wait for such a beautiful night

but my preference is done,

i'd rather be numb,

than have highs that find me flying to close to the sun

only to come back down burning,

because i was unable to yield to a yearning

i'd rather lack human like thirst

than to drown in desperation

the flow of this river is rushing me to a hurse

in longing for love i've gotten lost in the lust

sin's hunger may be for me, but tame it i must

what i once wanted i wish for no more

no more desire, please, no more-

oh desire, you're killing me, softly

tormented by you daily

if no one nor i can save me,

then i wish for all of you to be taken from me-

such an extreme may seem inhumane,

but such an extreme will keep me sane