|The ghost that drifts in corners,
White against the mist,
I am the twinkle in his eye,
His life, his love, my incubus.
He is the fault in my shadow,
I see his face behind the mirror,
I can't escape his haunting passion,
Even when I sleep I hear,
All the things he dreams about,
Whispered softly in my ear.
"You give me life, until your death,
I'll follow you, you are my breath.
I'll be your savior, take you home,
But I will never, leave you alone."
With my fear, he confines me,
Every note's a string that binds me.
He's just a man,
But still I cower,
Before his strange engulfing power,
I hear him now, calling me home,
No, he will never, leave me alone.
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