I shall die soon, i know
this thing is in my blood.
It will not let me go
it saps my cell for food...
It soaks my night in sweat
and breaks my days in pain
No hand or drug can treat
these limbs for love or gain..
Love, was the first strange cause
that bred grief in its seed
And gain knew its own laws
to fix its place and breed..
He whom i love, thank God
won't speak hope or cure
It would not do me good
he sees that; i am sure..
He knows what i have read
and will not bring me lies
He sees that i am dead
i read it in his eyes...
How am i to go on
how will i bear this taste...
My throat cased in white spawn
these hands that shake and waste..
Stay by my steel ward bed
and hold me where i lay
Hope you'll love me when i'm dead..
And not let me die....
IN YOUR MEMORIES....
