In dreams, I drink the marrow from my bones
In dreams
And it seems I could make myself as hollow as your ghost
Or at least something close, closer to you (to you)
I long to feel the warmth of your rosegold
I long to see its glow crack through shadow
Reaching out for the hand it could never hold
Rush to the mirror to meet no reflection but the Gods of Nothing
Their bottomless-eyes wide open
Met with their gaze, locked in their embrace
They say they see no grace in me
They tell me there is no heaven left in me
There is no heaven left in me
There is no heaven left in me
