Come to me.
As I stand with bared soul
In this white abyss, I watch you.
A worthless diamond from weary pearl falls.
Regret, you cold hearted fiend.

I yearn to hear your soft whisper once again,
To feel your satin skin upon my fraile body.
Alas, it cannot be.
You cannot see me. I am but a memory,
Down in that cruel, far away universe.

Kiss me. How I yearn to feel your velvet lips
Upon my now ceramic face, one final time.
To gaze into those cobalt crystals
In which I have lost myself so many times before.
Yet, you cannot see me. I am invisible now.

Oh, cruel time. How I wish to repeat it all.
To feel a fluttering set of wings,
In what is now a mere uninhabited cage.
You cannot hear me. I have been cast away,
Into the vicious shadows of the unknown.

I'm sorry. The seductive whisper of the trigger
Was simply too much for my tarnished soul to resist.
It summoned, I listened.
Like a smouldering temptress, it ravaged my delicate mind.
...I have succumbed. ...I am free.

Come to me. I miss you...
Come to me. I need you.