-- craving
aching for a touch and a fire
long absent
now only dreams
and faded memories
she lusts for those moments and for
that life
every sound brings echoes of what once was
and what will not be again
nothing prepared her for this
for the deep need
filling
posessing
driving her mad
no one warned her
addictions start sweet
love first burns bright
but in the end...
and still she wakes to the sound
of chains --