Draft #26

Dying for words, dying for romance, dying for your touch.
Because dying is so much easier than living.

The simple truths I could never understand, my selfish heart always wanting more.
“I love you.”
The cheapest trick in the book.
But it’s not in the Book of Love.

His son took a step back and asked his dad why it was so.
The father just took him along and told him he’ll understand when he’s older.

Grown up now with no answer in sight, still he’s searching ever longer.
Mate at his side, figured the one thing he’s never guessed.
There’s a difference between passion and love.

If liberation means freedom, and the only true escape is death,
Then we’re all yearning for a chance to die.

The son looks back now, seeing the old man fade away,
His son looks to him to see what his last words meant.

Trying to define life, the young boy wants its meaning.
Little did he know he just figured it out.