I think I’ve seen you in my dreams before

I remember red rose buds at your feet

As I drifted with the tide down the shore

Your coy whispers running over repeat

The windows to your soul like kryptonite

I am reaching out for your saving grace

You shine like a star in the void of night

Intoxicated blood coursing fast pace

Insanity bound; mentality wound

You shudder at death; let life manifest

I’m reading your lips but there is no sound

I am dying because I’m half-professed

Pierce me with your venom to die of plague

I’ve waited too long for you to be vague.