Dead Hearts Beat Not
Dead hearts beat not, yet my heart yearns for you.
My hands are cold, though I live in love's fire.
No more to my base nature am I true--
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 while 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
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,
But heaven now, for me, lies at your side.
