Love or Death

I stand here
filling my lungs with air,
and my heart with fear.

I stand alone
acting all strong;
knowing it is all wrong.

The absences of your body.
The feeling of being lonely.
The need of love, honey;
fuck fame and money.

The loneliness in this bed.
The mess inside my head.
Oh, I'm already trapped in this loveless net.
So who will arrive first; love or death?