In the dead of night you always come to me. You take many forms but it’s you I see. Behind their faces, and behind their eyes, trying to hide your presence in your guise. Yet it’s you I smell and it’s you I breathe. Though you feel so familiar, I don’t know who you are. In my dreams I sense you there, so close, yet so far. We travel across the universe, to the realm beyond shadow. The time soon comes for you to leave, to a place I cannot go. I stand alone and think of you, underneath the falling star.
With each day, it comes to an end, as I watch you die again. Opening wounds I cannot mend, the slope of madness I still descend.
I don’t know who you are, but I feel you there.