I wrote this one yesterday in my renaissance literature class, simply because I wanted to write a poem for Crawford too. Obviously, he's talking about Schuldich. :)
It's midnight now as bells are ringing
No voices but your mind is bringing
Memories that are not mine
Images you've buried inside
Blending voices in my head
When I could opt to shield instead
But these are the times I hope for each day
When deep inside your mind am I allowed to stay
Listening to your screams, your whimpered pleadings
Understanding bit by bit your soulful needings
You wake up from dreams covered in sweat
You reach to your side for your last cigarette
I sit back and watch the smoke from your mouth billow
My fingers reach for your hair, the fire on my pillow
It's midnight now as bells are ringing
No voices but your mind is bringing
Memories that are not mine
Images you've buried inside
Blending voices in my head
When I could opt to shield instead
But these are the times I hope for each day
When deep inside your mind am I allowed to stay
Listening to your screams, your whimpered pleadings
Understanding bit by bit your soulful needings
You wake up from dreams covered in sweat
You reach to your side for your last cigarette
I sit back and watch the smoke from your mouth billow
My fingers reach for your hair, the fire on my pillow