I awake on the knife-edge of midnight,
Thinking I'd shrieked your name.
But I'd only whispered, breathless and light
As you called to me from the flame.
I leap to my feet; I draw my sword,
Poised to protect my own.
Reality sharpens and truth is restored,
Reminding me I am alone.
Alone, alone, alone, alone....
I drop the sword with a broken moan.
The pain is born, then picks up steam
From a whisper to a scream.
I clutch myself, to rock, and weep
Let me never, ever sleep;
Let the daylight come to blot my mind
And leave the darkness far behind;
Let the rage come now, to swallow the pain
And drown me in oceans of blood again.
Let it split my soul, when denied the dream.
From a whisper to a scream.
I've been to madness, and back once more;
I've waded through fields awash with gore.
But a nightmare I flee like flaming death
Is the path to the sound of your last breath....
The sound is terror, and terror supreme:
From my whisper.... to your scream.
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