On Wings of Dust

Yes, you run now, for that's all you know how to do.

The day when I come to you will soon arrive, and when it does, you'll fear me more than ever, as you should have always done.
And you'll feel death upon your lips. Secret and noninvolved, as feeble as the night itself.

But you know I'm not here.
I'm the one whom you haven't called.
Yet all you desire is there.

Just reach at me and pretend that we love each other as then, my love, my best friend.

The soul I denied gave you the wings you needed to fly away and take all my bliss with you in the dark chest I had for a heart.

Love, leave all my cracks exposed. They're not yours to fix, not yours to mend.
The only tear I'll ever ask of you is the final one.

Let me die on a night with a full moon and a clear sky.

Bestow on me time to let everyone know the secrets they need to find their own way.

Let me remain untouched and unloved until I depart, so my tears can open the gates of my kingdom in hell, where we'll rot together.

Don't let them see me. Don't let them feel me. Make me air-like, make me unseeable, unlovable even more.

Take from me all that's hopeful and replace it with more fear and isolation.

Make me your most forsaken doll.