My soul lies awake tonight as if it has never known rest.
It lies awake at the memory of your name.
The recesses of my mind echo with but one sound.
Your name echoes in the recesses of my mind.
I am allowed no rest, no sleep.
You have taken, with you, my rest, my sleep.
At the sacrilege of voicing thought, the stars burn out.
Your name allows no utterance and thus I remain mute.
I live haunted and bound wide-eyed.
Your name haunts me and I live not if not to be bound.
I am reborn with the knowledge of your name.
With knowledge only of your name, I am still-born.