If love is the death of me,
You will have blood on your hands,
If my breath leaves at each sight of you,
For the lack of oxygen, I will not be able to stand,

If your words make me lose control,
Then forever shall I be mad,
If your voice makes me lose my hold,
Then I do not mind falling and burying my body in sand

If your love is a poison dear,
I shall dissolve this venom to my core,
If your eyes are oceans I can drown,
I do not wish to be washed ashore,

If your heartbeat is the rhythm of my soul,
To your music, I shall dance,
If your passion is bad omen, I shall surrender myself to chance,

If your love is the death of me,
I shall worship pain, blood be grand,
If your love is the death of me,
I shall go once more to be born again,

If love is the death of me,
You will have blood on your hands,
For you're nothing but an illusion,
And I, a wanderer in a non existent land.......