Dreams, a Lovers Requiem

I think about you when I'm high
And dream of you at night
Imaginary friends, Astral bound, Dreading morning light
You laid me on your alter, my soul surrenders now
A captive heart, willfully enslaved, and freely I am bound
I'm at your mercy, your knife at my neck
I offer myself for the sacrament
You whisper in my ear just how you intend to sanctify me
And cauterize my wounds with a kiss

Afflicted with affection only to be felt at night
My bones ached for the thought of you
With honey from the rock I can feed you
And pour you drinks from my fountain of youth
If you're a ghost, than I am too
The haunting of stars that never quite aligned
Yet fated us mortal but slightly divine
The ritual ends and I awake with a sigh
Always wanting more and never knowing why
It seems an awful, lamentable scheme
To only feel alive within my dreams