I’m a dark figure
on these stony walls
I’m a hollow voice
in these empty halls
A fading smoke in the air
A touch of wind on her hair
My cave is so empty tonight
I recall the smiles
of a thousand sunbeams
I remember the smell of
spring born leaves
The scent of morning dew
Those dim memories I drew
Relieving was the warmth
of the reaching arm
Relieving was the swaying womb
so warm
Once I was the one truly cared
now I’m just so lone and bare
My cave is so cold tonight
Long lost are the keys for these doors
and so keen is that frightening force
That growing thrust in my head
by my own thoughts is fed