Besedila: Emilie Autumn. A Plea to the Dying (Poem).

So that's it then?
The rumor is you've moved on without me.
You do not suffer as I do,
It is so clear.
What can I do?
Yet, I will reach you somehow
With my mind, all I have.
I will invade your dreams,
I will not ask if it is right.
I do not care if you must see me dance,
Winning out.
No, I cannot touch you...
But I will reach beyond dimension,
Beyond realm,
Beyond memory to touch you
In some small way.
Tell me, "I beg you to stop."
Stop and think what you are doing.
Is it what you want?
Is it what you think you are supposed to want?
Is it the only comfort you have ever known?
Do you feel safe?
You were right to want this
And I am wrong to want to stop you,
But you need not make this move.
Who says you must?
If you love, if she loves,
Why ask the world to take notice?
Just let it be
And come loving out of choice, not duty.
Am I so blind?
What do I not see when I look at her that you do?
Do I?
Do you not know
That everything you ever wished for,
Everything you were afraid to say
Out loud,
Everything you hate and desire,
And will never understand
Lies in one who would never be brave enough to tell you.
Can you but open your eyes for one single,
Shining moment and see yourself in the light that I do?
Can you not see that you are the answer to all my fears
And I can feel safe with you?
And yes, I have my daggers and scars,
And everything that would keep you back.
But if you make this move,
You've closed a door that will never re-open
And I will not pass through it anymore.
And I can tell you a life lived in waiting
Is far better than a life content in the knowledge
Of what is certain to never be.
Can you not wait?
Can you not be brave and see beyond this moment,
Beyond this sense of comfort you feel?
See your life open before you,
Trusting in things to come,
Believing that they will be worth the wait,
And thrilling in the idea that you have no idea
What the next dream will bring you.
Now, I am here with you.
See my eyes as you have so many times before.
See the way I look at you.
See what you have always, but never dared to show.
Believe in your power to get what you dream of,
Even when it is the very thing you fear,
The thing no other man can hope to attain.
Look inside your heart and see written there
The name of her you love.
Who is it that fascinates you?
Who is it that knows you better than you, yourself?
Who is it that will be waiting at the end,
At the end of the path with a smirk and a sarcastic comment,
And a kiss on the neck?
Don't leave me...