She cuts through me like glass. She thinks to love is not to live.

My nerves are exposed,

I feel them twitch and ache.

She cloaks herself in a dark shroud,

Masked and hidden from the world.

I wish I could wake her from her dark slumber,

But she is having none of it.

She shuts out the light,

Like a Vampire, it burns and stings.

She hides in a crypt, cold and alone, yet her heart it still yearns, her heart it still beats.

She creeps out in the night to feed and play,

But lust is not love.

I want her to need me,

I want her to love me,

But it is only herself she sees.

I would toss away everything,

If only she could see.

Her beauty she hides under a shelf of malice, but it's not her.

I can't help but wonder if she thinks of me at all. Is it easy for her to turn her back,

As easy as she makes it seem.

I feel my old friend knocking at the door as despair begins to settle in.

Tomorrow, I hope she wakes.

Tomorrow, I hope is not goodbye.