So much to tell, so little time.

I speak to you, my last rhyme.

And in the dark you hold me neer.

Telling me things i want to hear.

My heart skipps a beat like a scratched CD

When your hands so soft caressing me.

I see lights flash, i hear glass break,

Now my love,

The heartache.

Just one more thing before we die,

As tears roll gentally from my eyes,

The final thing from you i hear,

Is your screaming in my itching ear.