He feigned a soul death,
became a ghost,
and I've become the haunted.
Blackest nights that ring with soft voices,
revealing paths, pushing me to make choices.
I just want to stay in this way,
keeping lovers at bay.
Take your hand?
Be your wife?
I feel doom just thinking of joint lives.
A cage, a jail, tied down, and nailed,
to a cross that I would forever have to bear.
And was I that particular and were things that defined,
that true love would be found only twice in this lifetime?
Brave of heart and purest light.
Sands of time,
found me twice,
with your broken hands.