My head pounds, my eyes burn
heart aches, and all that I learn
Is that this nausea is something to earn;
that without tragedies my insides burn,
But even I do not know if destiny will turn
into the path that I seek: love for love in return
Vast asleep, far from this reality
My mirror-image fears his mortality
But I do not fear death with this mentality
Some might call it a great abnormality
But I deny the world this normality
for already am I a shell without vitality
Wake me up from my somber sleep
With a lover's kiss and care so deep
that barriers are lifted; may my darkness creep
out of this black hole; my fears you may reap,
and my heart in your hands you may keep
because you already know that love isn't cheap
I have fallen, so to dreamily guide me
back into the world of the free
So that I may finally wake up and see
that this heartache is but a banshee
repainting our mirrors black, with happiness its fee:
Because I will always love you to the highest degree.
