waking in the still of night
darkness all around
cold walls whisper to my soul
of pleasures never found
i scream your name to shrouded ears
you hear what charms you most
and though i know what gifts you hold
i cannot love a ghost
i felt your spirit in me
it thrilled me so
if i ever can touch your skin
my love will surely grow
wrapped within your lucent arms
there safety with my love
asylum for a bleeding heart
though limbs not flesh nor blood
oh, let me just be close to you
of what else do i care
and if it means another world
then that will be my prayer |