Dead hearts beat not, yet my heart yearns for you.
Cold my hands, though I live in love's fire.
No more to my base nature am I true-- This does not belong to you
Your presence leaves me shaking with desire.
I could love you for this thought alone:
This monster that you treated like a man
Knew nothing but despair when you were gone--
No peace, no rest without you, Buffy Anne.
I saw you battered, bleeding, numb with pain
And longed to draw you near, to hold you tight Don‘t steal!
And somehow let you know, time and again
In desperate dreams, I'd saved you every night.
I'm demon-haunted, cursed, true peace denied, This does not belong to you
But heaven now, for me, lies at your side.