You said that you were untouched by the rose red hands of dawn, and that Night was eternal in your heart. You said you were haunted by a phantom, and I knew I was haunted by it too. That's when I moved closer to your soul. Your eyes became windows to your heart. It was such beautiful dream when you opened your eyes and felt as if you'd never been hurt, as if you had never known strife. It was like no one had ever hurt you, and everything was still beautiful. You were not waiting to die; you were still waiting to live. But you have to wake up, you need to open your eyes and bit by bit lose your soul in every living breath. I can never make this home for you. You have to make your bed, lay down and close your eyes. And when you wake remember where you had laid to rest. You close your eyes and hope that sleep will come fast, and you won't remember waking fears in sleep, and sleeping fears when you re-awake..