You’ve infected me like a disease
Thoughts of you plague my mind
I suffer from what may be a deadly ailment
But suffer more when you’re not by my side

I shiver with high fevers
And sweat with icy chills
I fall into fitful sleep—
Lover, does this disease kill?

I feel as if I’m about to die
And death will surly bring relief
But only with death at your hands
Will I feel any release

So, lover, kill me
Raise from my silence screams
Lay me to rest, lay with me
Hold me as I dream