Ashbound

Every night, when I go to bed, I feel your ghostly presence
The candles I kept lit to peer into the darkness
They go out, consumed by the veil of night
As I try to free myself from the torment that plagues me

Another dawn and the same nightmare returns, inexorable

I see a silhouette projected by the dying twilight
I freeze, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty
Tears cloud my gray eyes
The icy scent of death subdues my will

I'm torn apart, falling into the abyss within
I know that my mind is the corruptor itself
But your presence is so concrete, so poignant
That I get lost in your fatal poison

My flesh no longer holds another tear
My exhausted soul cannot bear another loss
Sometimes I fear this is the last time
But why wouldn't it be the first?

Your dying kiss seals my wounds
As it causes deeper fissures in my being
Buried among memories that won't set me free
Bleeding silently in the darkness

I am infected by the plague of the dead
Consumed by the longing for the pain of the living
Your cold embrace envelops my weak body
And I cry, because you're not here anymore

Sometimes, when remembering your face
I feel your hand run around my neck
Sometimes, when evoking your scent
I want to caress your skin, as if I could still

I cry, because I know I will never have you
I go crazy because I don't know where you are
I know I must contain my pain
But my hatred for life grows with every dusk