As I cling to my last breath And the last visage of you My lungs burning My heart aching As my star dust dies As the lights go out I cling to the memories of you To lead me into temptation And guide me to salvation As my mortal soul Rots and decays for you Clinging onto hope Of a life after this As I cling to my last breath That you draw from my lips Like a broken song A misanthropic vow You weaved with your voice On our day When we pledged out souls Till death do us part Like someone once said; 'You tied me to a kitchen chair Broke my throne And cut my hair And from my lips you drew...' Everything My praise My promises My vows My very breath 'It's cold and it's a broken...' Words of praise That I used to give readily And now the words fall broken From my blue lips And burning lungs As I cling to the very last breath That you keep drawing from me 'Love is not a victory march' But to you it's a whole regime Designed to loss my breath And the words that come with My last breath Is not yours to take And yet you try to claim it Through a final kiss As if death itself Graces your lips With beautiful lies Such beautiful falsehoods That my soul clings to As I struggle to breathe As I struggle to be Under you reign As I cling to that final gasp. (Credit to the Song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright for snippets of the song)