Your Face Is A Painting

Sing me to death
With your ghostly blue eyes
Infirm to your charm
Or your cunning disguise

I lust for your fever
That makes me a man
Conceiving that theory
You can’t understand 

I don’t mind the games
As long as i win
When the embers of time
Start forging our sin

How quickly that flame
Bled to death on that day
Overjoyed with dismay
As I watched you run away