Cut through my veins and witness my blood, Open my eyes and steal my soul,
My body you may have and my heart you may hold.
I look up from my weakness and visit myself again,
I remember my pain, look down and try to forget.
Let me be satisfied and not stranded, crying in this deserted solitude of my heart,
Either love me till I perish or don't even start.
Please, don't leave me to die, here in the winter of my discontent,
With no love or any chance to repent.
You know the truth is spoken when unknown,
With teary eyes and painful moans.
You sing back to me softly 'my heart is yours',
But you'll see no more of me with eyes full of sores,
Never again will my dream soaked wave ride upon your shell covered shore.