Weaver of Dreams-A Prelude to

Weaver of Dreams-A Prelude to dying

He's a weaver of dreams,
a seller of lies.
With his promises
he gives me life.
But with every breath
part of me dies.

His words,walk past my defenses,
dressed up like hope
His touch fools my willing senses,
Did he have a rope?

I listen to his words,
gratefully accept his touch.
Lulled into love, mired in passion
I didnt see the noose he fashioned.

Words of devotion,
make my heart sing.
"I love you" takes my breath away
Or was it some other thing?

I didnt see it coming, I wasnt prepared
I hang dying, still believing.
As he whispers "I love you"
"I always cared"

As I take my last breath,I hear
unbeleivable words in my own voice.
Saying I will always be here,
You see I have no choice...

Because I love you