He speaks to me in the cold of the night
Always telling me what to do
Telling me what is right
And laughing, laughing, laughing at you, you, and you

He talks to me in the light heat of day
Whispering nothings into my ear
The right things to say
That no one else can hear

He says to me in the warmth of twilight
“I love you Kroix, you are mine.”
But gone is he to everyone but of my sight
This thread of insanity is becoming a thinner line

His voice to me in the cool of dawn
Wraps me in a cloud
I carry with me my spirits loving spawn
Waking me up with out a sound