Illusive lover of my soul,
Clock my constant beating thoughts.
My hands are burning,
From the sliding twine
On your puppet heart.
You slip away repetitively,
Disappearing in the folds
Of a dark rippling curtain.
You speak to me narrowly,
Resonating through the empire
Of my hollow, straining ears.
I hold on to you infinitely,
At your feet; the goddess of ache.
Let the warmth of your mind
Be a blanket of stillness,
Lead me to sleep...