A black room surrounds me,
Grey shadows and eyes on the walls.
Smoke caresses me, a rapist of happiness;
He steals the angels protecting me, my spirit.
He may just be as in love as I am.
Love... Love..... Love.........
Is it though?
Words unspoken, an asylum unopened,
The craziness. Consumes.
The spice of wind in winter burns through,
Somehow flows through my arms to you.
These visions belong to the shadows of your body, mind, heart.
Tell me that I am in your darkness, do not lie otherwise.
Do you love me enough? Or is this a nightmare?