The dark covers my poor soul.
A sign called pain understanding
Love which coming from a born.
Being in the shadow of the comfort you gave me.
I can taste these words you said that night in bed.
Believing the truth, living in a dream.
The sweet sound of your voice is calling
From the miserable soil,
Looking for an answer in the depth of my mind.
I can feel the motion of your body,
Wish I could smell you once again.
Close my eyes and breathe you in.
The temptation made me bleed,
Suffering from a lie of emotion.
Love is not just a word you said,
It is also the way you died.