lovingly kiss my lips so I know that you're there, But you are not. In the dark I can see you, I can
hear you. The tree branch bangs violently on my window saying that he's a messenger from
outside. I ignore it once and he bangs again the candle whispers something in my ear telling me
burn every tear. The door squeaks telling me that there's a messenger outside. I look up at the
ceiling. She tells me that she is empty and that everything in my imagination is a lie. The candle
flickers again and whispers that he will burn all my nightmares. The branch bangs again saying
he's a messenger from outside. The door squeaks and squeaks telling me to look aside. And
the empty ceiling, I can hear her cry. The candle puts itself out slowly. I watch you kiss me
lovingly making all these things imaginary.
