We are empty souls under the night sky,
shadows in the streetlight
haunting our secrets
searching desperately in the breeze –
storms raging
yet make us feel warm,
flame inside's burning
and we're close to resuscitate.

All the stars delight
the whispers in my ears,
beautiful galaxies beneath your skin,
believing your deep breaths of –
"you are not alone because you have us at lonely nights".

You're a beautiful disaster —
there's power in your earthquakes and tornados combined,
touching mine with ravenous passion,
but your heart is crying out for her;
destructively reverberating
louder than any music we've made,
reflecting your empty soul yearning for her.

Fire is consuming me,
and the only thing I hear
are your screams.
I hear you screaming her name while taking shower;
I hear you screaming hear name and it makes you feel home;
I hear you screaming her name in my dreams – even in my nightmares;
I hear you screaming her name
all the days of my life,
and now,
I'm letting you go.