Lack

Death has a sweet embrace,
it shows me your sweet face,
beautiful as none other the world can offer,
makes me feel ill, makes me suffer.

I wish for my death bed,
its sweet, soft embrace,
I am, oh,  so very sad,
bury my face in its lace.

The world, it spins out of control,
I feel the heavy burden on my back,
I feel it slowly break my soul,
it is only your love that I lack.