It seems that there are times
When the shadows come to life.
They mock me with loneliness,
They bother me in their strife.
As they slowly creep closer,
And the lights of hope grow faint,
I cannot help but whisper
for you, my broken saint.
You are only there
When I cannot help but cry.
You kiss away my tears,
And then say goodbye.
So as these monsters,
Tear my heart from this earth,
I will think of how you should have been there,
And will curse you for all that I m worth.
