#18

death is with me
each night I go to sleep
into my room he descends
into my heart he creeps

he holds me like a child
he brushes away my tears
he deepens all my sorrows
he increases all my fears

through my dreams he takes me
takes me to his land
I learn to fly beside him
yet I would fall without his hand

we explore my darker side
see bitterness and dread
the reasons I am living
that will leave me when I'm dead

we slip into a memory
he assumes the role you play
my soul rejects that part of me
when the night becomes the day

so if I can't remember
why I loved you so
don't be sad or angry dear
in death my love will grow

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