Pale Hands - Grieved

She gets around the locks with her pale hands

Whispering things next to my bed

I can’t help it but those celestial eyes

Are too fine to feel any fright

This night is only skin-deep

This night is everything else but real

The great relief when no reality remains

How could it take me so many years to percieve?

That there’s no reason to be scared

If I sleep, will you visit me again?

I could kill for you to visit me again

Let’s pretend this is only in my head

Let’s pretend this is more than imaginings