Barbiturates

I'm sinking into you,
You're swallowing me up,
Drowning and falling.
Falling, falling again.
Est-ce l'amour?
I don't know.
You're the summer's breeze
Or the winter's chill,
And I'm the taste of a kiss on the lips
Or cigarette smoke hanging in the air.
My strength is sapping again
Greedily being lapped up.
I couldn't change, although I wanted to.
The summer's breeze is long gone,
Dead with the sun.
And the winter's chill long since numb,
Whistling and blowing over this corpse,
Long gone cold.