My nerves are exposed,
I feel them twitch and ache.
She cloaks herself in a dark shroud,
Masked and hidden from the world.
I wish I could wake her from her dark slumber,
But she is having none of it.
She shuts out the light,
Like a Vampire, it burns and stings.
She hides in a crypt, cold and alone, yet her heart it still yearns, her heart it still beats.
She creeps out in the night to feed and play,
But lust is not love.
I want her to need me,
I want her to love me,
But it is only herself she sees.
I would toss away everything,
If only she could see.
Her beauty she hides under a shelf of malice, but it’s not her.
I can’t help but wonder if she thinks of me at all. Is it easy for her to turn her back,
As easy as she makes it seem.
I feel my old friend knocking at the door as despair begins to settle in.
Tomorrow, I hope she wakes.
Tomorrow, I hope is not goodbye.
