The ground beneath my feet
Hides something dreary and unheard,
'S just like your soul, so pure and sweet,
Absorbed the tribulations of the wicked world.
A joyless wretch, I sit in shade
Of desolated mighty cypress,
Entombed beneath the rustling foliage,
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
I'll come to console you,
My dark thing.
I'll bleed and I'll cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.
You are the shadow of my grief and joy,
The echo of my soul's every gust,
Each evanescent moment of this life
Immersed I am into reflections of you.
All that I need is just observing you,
Protecting and adoring you.
No word will ever leave my agonizing flesh,
Only my blood is conscious of my feelings.
I lack you, I call you,
My dark thing.
I'll come to console you,
My dark thing.
I'll bleed and I'll cry,
Oh, my wild thing.
So purely I love,
My everything.
They better let me bleed,
See what my pain is like,
Know what my love is worth
And never stop the flow.
Taste of the breathless flesh will then
Tell what my pain is like,
Show how my love hides inside,
Buried in heaving breast.