Lady

can you see them; all the demons coming?
bearing not gifts but spears of pain?
hear their chanting; hear their gnashing
they bring me naught for gain, but pain and absolution

so i try to run and slip up on rocks,
they're coming to tag me "slain",
yet there's an image of you resting in my mind,
and they seem to catch the train, melt like rain

striving through the forest of spears,
i trudge on despite the oppresion,
behind me lies a thousands deaths,
but before me; just my obsession.

and then i see you up ahead,
one last moment of bliss,
for as the spears rend me apart,
i blow you one last kiss

and there i lay, a bloody mess,
a recompense from life.
yet as i rot i know i'll live
forever in your tortured mind

you saw me fall in pain and death,
the last thing on your mind
so burnt my image in your life
and grants me your life time