sear me mcmxciii

My Dying Bride

Pour yourself into me
Our time approaches
So near, that I sigh
What danger in such an adorer?
We dance and the music dies
We carry them all away, as we glide through their lost eyes
You lift me above myself, with the ghostly lake of your mind
Arise from your slumber in my arms
Your beauty took the strength from me
In the meadows of heaven, we run through the stars
Romantic in our tastes
We are without excuse
We burn in our lust
We die in our eyes and drown in our arms