Endless oceans of pulsing beats bash against a wretched form
Break not this body won’t, faintly standing as darkness envelops
Thoughts refuse to coalesce; this shelled man lies trapped and lost
A golden glow flashes in the far, a torchbearer clothed in a shroud
Hi and wait, who arrives upon my broken shore
You’re not one I know, delving up the unfamiliar
Mask slides and images resound, colors sing and shapes bound
Memory serves and falls into place as golden glow shines upon a face
It’s the watcher in the dark, the listener of the soul
Her touch makes him weak, her touch frees it’s hold
Deep chains fall by the side, no more upon this rocky land must he wait
This vacuity can be filled, this man will not break
For she takes his hand upon her breast and with a thoughtless smile, drives away the causeless and makes him worthwhile
She is the necessary and the wanted, his watcher in the dark
Without intent, she enraptures his heart, a mirror to his soul
Without her, his life, is surely damned
For what is life without someone holding your hand
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