Sweet spirit come to me at my darkest hour
lift me from the ashes of your memory
Bring me back to a place of desire; lust is what
I long for. The feeling of want and wishes will
disappear with reality.
Harsh is the blade as it comes in for me
tearing at the folds of protection I keep on watch
With sleep comes fleeting moments of calm
But it is I who cannot sleep; you linger in the depths
of my mind.
A burden I cannot bare if my sanity is to stay intact
You sit as the darkness consumes you and all around you fall
Yet, I am left standing alone.
for what is left behind; nothing.
Is it a sin to lust for what I once had?
Or is it all an illusion of what I thought
you were, what you thought to show me,
what I knew was never there.