Dead games

Deathlike collage, I feel ill:
I am here by his will -
Catty steppa just behind,
Desperation lives in mind.

Kiss my lips and lose your soul,
Fell the love and try catch,
Cut my vein and get your goal,
Strike my bosom like a match.

One - who helped me in the past,
One - whom I gave all my trust,
Used my energy, my blood,
Thought me lessons of black art,
Gone and left me in the night,
In the focus of the fight...
Fine, I am ready! Are you in?
And the Dead games shall begin!

Kiss my lips and lose your soul,
Fell the love and try catch,
Cut my vein and get your goal,
Strike my bosom like a match.