The Ghost in the Mirror

Is Someone else crying in the darkness?
Will my cries forever sound
and echo in the void?

Does the ghost that sits in darkness
not want a loving hand?
Will he ever quest in search of warmth
to find the points of knives?

Alone I call to you,
my ever faithful friend;
alone I hope you hear me
through the night's chill.

My love, my warmth, my treasure --
Please hear me through the dark.
Please feel me in the misty
foggy night.

Touch me...
Touch me...