Devil's Breathe

Talking is a waste of breath
and living is a waste of death
so if I die before I wake
you'll know I've failed the test.
When angels wings do brush my chest
the devils song will take my breath
then you will lay me down to rest
and say you did your best.
But if I die within your arms,
you fight to keep me out of harm
and charish me until the dawn,
promise you'll miss me when I'm gone.
The devils breath will take me not.
An angels life that I forgot
will wake me from this dream
if you tell me you love me.
© 2005