She gets around the locks with her pale hands. 
Whispering things next to my bed. 
I can't help it but those celestial eyes, are too fine to feel any fright. 
This night is only skin-deep. 
This night is everything else but real. 
The great relief when no reality remains. How could it take me so many years to percieve? 
That there's no reason to be scared. 
If I sleep, will you visit me again? I could kill for you to visit me again. 
Let's pretend this is only in my head. Let's pretend this is more than imaginings