Call me
Call my name
Utter but a word
A voice so strong
With weakness taint
A heart of golden decay
Trecherous hands of love
Choke me again
Breathe for me
Inhaling. Exhaling
And dying in-between
Leave me for the serpent
A bit of deadly passion
A kiss to stop time
Call my name
Hiss but a word
Chris Towmsend
July 1999
