Thinking Of You

The blackness closing in,
the crimson warmth gushing from my left wrist,
why won't you let death win?
Instead, I cease to exist.
You always fight for me,
yet I've done nothing for you at all,
what is it that you see?
I am destined to fall.
I love this everlasting sweetness,
looming in the air,
and even though there's sadness,
I'll always know you care.
So tell me this,
and tell me the truth,
what would one pay for this kiss,
that I would only give to you?
Don't you see that I have fallen,
just short of grace,
and yet the image of angels calling,
lies in your beautiful face.