What causes it?
For reality and delusions to get warped into one

Is it the crippling solitude of the darkness?
Is it the heavy weight of abuse?
Or perhaps the decay of never being seen

When does the soul die?
Does it die when shrouded by abandoned night,
Does it die when no one sees the life that beats?
Or perhaps does it die, when there's no love to be found

A slow descent it is,
One stained by unseen tears, unheard howls....

Is it madness to succumb to the one true love,
The one that accepts all,
Understands everything,
But still embraces you

Ah', the pain, it turns to pleasure
How it aches with life
I no longer feel cold....

I feel nothing but bliss, so please, my new friend
Don't abandon me
You and darkness are all I have left