Irritation, Hollowness
An Impact in my lack
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world
Your beauty creates a whirlwind in my dead chest
Your presence wakens creatures in the churchyard
Your kindness aching softly in my torn heart
Like a witches spell you control me
Exposed to all my occult Inclinations
Your thoughts are echoing my own ones
Your pure soul is a marvel in this dark world