The Coming

Come to me, sweet lover of my dying soul
Wont you join me in this deserted place?

Hes coming.......
Wont you save me?
Im dying.....
Won’t you help me?
I am afraid........
Wont you hold me?
For I am alone in this place......

Its the coming of your soul,
The burning of my heart,
The screaming of your voice in my head.

Your beautiful love,
Your such desiring self,
Makes me go insane.

The Coming........

Hes coming for me.........