An itch, that's what you are

an itch I must not scratch

I feel the fire in my lungs as I see you drive past,

barely catching a glimpse of me.

So much for next time

I doubt I'll even cross your mind

- but I'll make that change.

I'm the hunter now.

I've got my arrow pointed;

I can't help but admire your beauty

it's too distracting

you can't live any longer.

You see me, just as you hear the world freeze.

You breathe me, I'm your very last thought with ease.

Now your ghost is with me forever,

you can't abandon me.

Not again.

Suddenly my life becomes dull

all colour out of sight

nothing but black and white

through day and night.

How could I do this?

How could I take your soul?

This isn't what I thought it would be,

I feel nothing but emptiness.

I guess it's time for me to go,

but just as I approach my end,

I see you.

I freeze -

I breathe you.

You're my very last thought

with

e a s e .