You are something that will always be out of reach to me. Something I can sense with even blurred consciousness. Though your form is both perfect and clear to me.   Do I know you? Or am I mad in love? Is this love...

With cold dead hands, a ghost I am to you alone now.   With cold dead hands that are unseen, unfelt, and unanticipated.   With cold dead hands, my visits unknown to you making you shiver, and lips embalmed in ice.   With cold dead hands, I will call on you to feel your...