When you wake before dawn in a shivery fear,
To a sobbing that has chilled your bones;
If you walk through a terror en route to the lounge,
And you wonder if you're there alone;

You're not,
I'm there,
I often was,
I hope to be
Forever.

When your hands reach for deafness from terrible howls,
And you meet a wolf in every dream;
If you watch winter sunsets and see someone there
And he turns away with a searing scream;

They're me,
I'm here,
I tore away,
But had to stay
Forever.

When a breeze taps your shoulder, distracting your work,
Or you're overwhelmed, or drained of hope;
If you strike up a cigarette, trembling in doom,
And you glimpse a mask in the curling smoke;

It's me,
My fire,
My burnt desire,
The flames of our
Forever.

(When a child appears suddenly, right in your path
And it's far too late to swerve or brake;
If you learn to accelerate, close eyes or laugh,
Then perhaps you've found my obscene mistake:

He's me,
I fear:
I lost myself;
I lost your wealth
Forever.)