I tried to drink them away, but whiskey only made them stronger
I tried to sleep them away, but my sores I could not take in bed
They whisper to me in my darkest of dreams
Come
Join
We
Are
You
We have
Always
Been
You
I scream at my walls, my sweat as cold as the tips of my fingers
But then you grasp my hand, and make my fingertips feel warmer
You wipe away the Artic from my brow, and hold me close in your warmth
You say that it is only a dream, but you know it is hard for me
So you merely hold me close, and say that sorrow is a true and cruel thing
But that I am not a being of sorrow, I am a being of love
And that I will always have your love, to mend the sorrows in my soul
You take my hand, and lace it with yours
And say, this is love, and I will be it for you