Yes love, keep coming back every night,
To haunt me, to terrorise me, to break my ground,
Sheer insanity where I question what's wrong?
Kill me, softly, cruelly, grotesqeuly yet gently.
Fill me with words, silence, honey and poison.
But, don't flay my skin, don't deprive me,
Of your touch, your warmth, your presence.
Don't kill my thoughts, dreams, nightmares,
Don't kill my idea...