Murder of a Loving Touch

Jing

The King Of Bandits
A gentle push
I thought was love
A touch that turned
From push to shove

I guess your thoughts
Were swayed by mine
But don't mind me
My thoughts are fine

I find my body
Far from Yours
Falling falling
Falling towards
The ever closing
Cooling Ground
Second left
Lest I am found

I'm falling falling
Far from you
There's nothing left
That i can do

I close my eyes
I'm almost flying
Spread my wings
And you're not crying

I guess i know
What you were thinking
How you planned
To watch me sinking

Drown me now
With your own hands
Leave my body
In the sands

Kill me now
So you can dream
Kill me now
Or you will scream