My whole body hot, cold and wet.
I call out your name, but hear no response.
My love has left.
He has gone.
Every day is harder, not easier as it may seem.
My heart grows fonder, begging me to leave.
To go in search of the beat it once had.
For its true purpose, that now lies dead.
It feels the ache, a sharp dagger through my mind.
As I feel your last breath, the end of your time.
My heart goes on, still searching for its beat.
The fever still longing for when true lovers meet.