I rememberd last night
the night of terror,
the night of horror.

The night killed me
but darkness healed me,
I felt something worst,
but can't say it was a ghost
I thought to out myself,
but I was loosing control on myself,
I felt pleasure in your arms
but soon lost every chance
sleeping by your site , I looked into your eyes
that made me discern you,
and more and more love to show you

kissing my forehead you slept by my site
I got relaxed and opened the light,
there's a common thing I found
you are uncommon the way you sound

I may be ashamed of...