Dead to me

Your breath is now cold on my skin.  
Your touch now sends shivers down my spine.  
The sound of your voice is the only whisper of the dead and the sight of you makes me go pale.  
You still linger on my side when I have let you go.  
Your obsession still rains hellfire upon me and it's a poison that I wish it would wilt away.  
If right now isn't for us then I wish to meet again in what is pure.  
If not then I hope death cheats you again because you may still be alive but you are dead to me.