I used to dream that you would come

to set me free from this prison without light,

from this hospital of the soul

that is trying to cure me

of all that is wrong.

I tried to end it all one night

when the moon was full,

but I was empty.

I waited for you to come,

to tell me what to do,

but you never did,

I was all alone

beneath the darkness of the moon.

The blood was like a pool around my feet,

I dreamed that I dove into it,

swam in the ocean of my blood,

bathed in the passing of my life,

but I didn't go,

I waited,

hoping that you would come.

I know you said that you didn't love me,

that it was all some game that you played,

but I hoped that you were joking,

that you would come to take me from my pain.

Now I'm here,

in the darkness of this cell,

feeling the press of night against my soul,

wishing, waiting, hoping

that soon, when I need you,

you will be there.