words run like a fever
going home where none can stop me
taking form of crows in mid-flight
I see a stranger in the woods
he leads me to his prey
my hunter of midnight must prevail
so rough yet soft like seas can be
pounding flesh I call me own
at midnight where voices raised
above a tune so loud yet barely audible
I walk the wood and reach a crossroad
my hunter stands to see casting his eyes
to my torn apart love for treasure
ripped from my hands and my skin
left naked to the cold and heat
no one to protect me from harshness
alone in a crowd of hopes and sorrow
I've lost so much and gained even more
and I wait to see tomorrow

wave after wave of nothingness
lifting a brow and blowing a kiss
to a memory that ran through clouds
my lips upon your hot skin as we ride
the night on a journey so true
where I wrap myself in velvets
and silks and sheep and doe skin to
shield my eyes from purest nature
unable to resist a glimpse of raw emotion
and I fall deeply in love
with what's to become of me, of us
and I pay my homage to my lost god
yet I see no hope in
ever again believing in such nonsense
as I devote my life to no one
but me and what we have together
that stands to no boundaries.