Faded
I simply have nothing left,
I\'m ready for death, I\'m ready.
I wish for death, I wish.
I reach for death, I reach,
for her hand I can see to touch.
I\'ve given up.
Being pulled in,
I\'m fading.
For the cats
(I had 3 of them)
I am lost within her eyes so strong,
the harder I stare I try for long,
tears form to brake her hold,
when the sting comes I try then fold.
Then there is her goose bumped touch,
that sensation I love so much,
whiskers gently casts her spell,
raised the hairs when she yells.