Would you come to me. If I was half drowning. An arm above the last wave. Would you come to me. Would you pull me up. Would the effort really hurt you. Is it unfair to ask you. To help pull me up. The window broke the silence of the matches. The smoke effortlessly floating. Pull me up. Would you be my lord and savior. Pull me up by my hair. Now would you kiss me on my lips. Burning fever burning on my forehead. The brain that once was listening now. Shoots out its tiresome message. Won