I lost the only reason that I ever had

I did it crazy by myself

I've always been that mad

I needed someone by me

To share the madness with

To help me through the growing pain

See me through the myth

I thought I'd found the goddess

I never was so sure

But she, as fickle as the wind

On the springtime heather moor

Cavorted on her whim of change

And with her laughter loud

Cursed my good and howled my wrong

And left me in my cloud



I lie in awful silence

Pierced by passing seconds

Every one so long

And full of you

And why



I wake in dreadful hours

Frightened by each turning

Feeling that quite soon

I should give up and die



Of you, of you but stay alive

To walk the echoing

The feeling that it was

Or maybe not

A wretched lie



The silence of the night is pierced

By owls and thieves

Sudden gusts of wind

Rustling my leaves

Loud explosions in the still

Born thoughts of old

Please don't leave your bed for long

It's next to me and cold