Dying without you

Fearsome ghosts of christmas past are here again,
when in my head both love and lust confuse my brain.
They shout and cry and whistle in my ear;
they make me hide and fill my heart with fear,
and in my eyes with sadness filled there is a tear.

I look behind with hope but see that no one's here,
and it is cold and windy and fog begins to form,
as spirits, ghosts and demons appear yet more and more.
My teardrops freeze and I stand still.I barely feel my legs.
On my spine a winter chill:my muscles start to tense;
I hear your voice calling my name...or is it just a ghost?

I am alone and still you are that what I love and need the most.
The fog is denser, the voices louder, i loose my touch,
my eyes are closing,my head is heavy...soon it is too much.
And in the darkness i'll step again slowly as a shade,
I will go back from where i came , the land of painfull hate.