Do you know what it feels like
To feel this longing invade your psyche
Your blood pounds and it rushes
Memories full of cool, caressing brushes

It fills my dreams my waking thoughts
This addiction always haunts
Painfully, beautifully my blood runs
But never in the light of the suns

You can't escape its magnetic pull
The brush of a blade so soothingly cool
I see it all so clearly within
It taunts me all that has been

By the soft light of the moon
My mind's possessed by that of a loon
I am not ready to be dead
Yet tears and blood mingle in my bed