Brush your lips against her skin. Sweat, breath and minute after minute you find her weeping. What's wrong, honey? What went wrong? Was it the way you held her or didn't you hold her tight enough? 

You see her through the smoke. One step closer to her and Death will laugh at you. Damn, not this time. 

She Paints you a picture of a rose and you just smile and think it's nice. How nice, you never know.