Two shivering eyes,
you should love to see,
they slowly start fading away.
Though it doesn’t make sense
what I’d wish to be,
I know It’s your fault in a way.
Every night, this horrible truth
comes screwing my heart full of pain.
Your skin must be soft,
your lips look so smooth.
I come to you just to obtain.
The scariest part of this glorious life
is when ghosts come to hunt
me at night.
I cannot be saved
and I will not survive.
I’ll die with the light by my side.
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