Dead Poetic steals the moment

I want to see your eyesThe light, the tunnelI need to feel your love This fight, my struggleWhich hand should I cut off? My life in shamblesI’ll lose my life right hereBut what for, I’m coming homeAnd I will meet you . . .thereI’m heading nowhere fast I need your handsWhich breath will be my last? It’s gone, my pastLove with a broken heart I’m here aloneI’m getting taken away I hope you’re coming soonAnd I will meet you. . .thereGrab my hand and take me homeWill you be there to grab my hand and take me away?I want to see your eyes I need to feel your love Which hand should I cut off? !I’ll lose my life right here!