I lay in my bed
Gentle music playing
The candle burning
I can almost feel your pulse running through my veins
The wax melting down to the spider
Its web slowly creeping into your soul
And at the bottom, your picture
Are you thinking of me now?
Tell me you've thought of me
I can feel the desperation of darkness which has set into me
I only imagine how whole I would be if your image was you
But it is not and I am only dreaming you're here
I can start to feel your movements as I turn and sway
You are coming to me soon
"So very soon" says the little witch
And I told no one.
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