Under the cloak of night, my being delves into the gloom A deep void, an absence that illuminates my room Where once burned a fire of passion and wild delight Now only lingers a cold echo, a lament without respite Oh what the fuck happened me? Oh this is not the real me Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame? Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game Moans fade into the darkness of the bed Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead, now dead Now dead The wind whispers secrets of a faded libido Like a river drying, a flower that's no more to grow Where did the moans of pleasure and desire go? Now there's only silence, an echo in the cold air's flow Oh what the fuck is this shit Oh what the hell should I write here Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame? Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game Moans fade into the darkness of the bed Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead In the solitude of night, my body seeks relief But shadows loom, enveloping me in their grief A song of desolation, a lament without an end In the silence of the night, my desire fades Where do the caresses hide that once ignited the flame? Now only whispers remain, ghosts of an old game Moans fade into the darkness of the bed Lost amidst the sheets, in ecstasy now dead