Lightning

Come to me

You are the highlight of life and death

I miss the shadow

In my empty mind

If you are the softest soul

Come to me

I have days like the footprints on the snow

But I want you to mark me

Mark me as light

As a white pure ghost

Shaking on the middle of the target

Singing with a highest pitch

You want my touch as I want yours

As cold beautiful voice

In my fragile ear-drum

As powerful as your bloody mark

Don’t let me run away

Without the burning shock

Your tenderly twisted body

Is the host of my fire

Behind the black curtain

I wait for you shining desire

All I want to say is

Mark me!