My cold fingers just can't grasp the mist you absorb
If I tried to contact you, would you raise your fists in threatening abhor?
Trust me, my dear, I am as lonesome as you
And you allure me, more graceful and lovely than the aura of the moon
Sometimes I become strange and place myself inside your view
I feel a sense of peacefulness and am suddenly aware of so many things I never knew
I could remain that way for the rest of eternity
Just hoping that somebody somewhere might see me
I've been rejected through and through
But would a ghost reject me too?
These eerie things I fret to see
Yet I feel so allured by them I just may scream
Would you bring me nightmares, haunt my dreams?
All I want is to be able to see these entities
My thoughts are intertwined with too many contradictions to allow this view
My emotions are laced in such freying thread I might not be able to handle you
I know you're out there somehwere
Will you be my friend?
Will you protect me for demons and meet me at the end?
I shall fade away until I am trasparent
I shall hide in darkness until I'm paler than the moonlight
And I shall meet you under the weeping willow tree
Where you can teach me everything I've ever wanted to be
