a hand moves in the darkness
and i watch it
watch it move
watch it reach out
but i avoid it
i keep my eyes on it
and i keep out of reach
from those saviour fingers
ah, don't you see that when
you wake me from this dream
it's to a nightmare
so much stronger than the last
the nightmare is this:
the gift of bliss
and then having it taken away
a voice calls in the darkness
and i can hear it
hear it beseech
hear its frustration and hurt
but i don't console it
i listen to each poignant sound
and i ignore it
that anyone should hurt for me
as badly as i do
ah, don't you see that when
you take my destruction from me
i'm not a person,
just a shadow of what used to be
the reality is such:
a ghost you cannot touch
a spirit which is to its core afraid
a heart breaks in the darkness
and it's hard to tell
whether it was mine or yours.
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