HEATHCLIFF'S PRAYER
Follow me, haunt me,
Catherine, love!
I know you will never
Reach Palace above.
Stick to this world,
Raise from the ground -
Bring me the peace,
That I haven't found!
Rip out my heart
And drink all my blood,
Existance is hard,
When you rest in mud.
You are my soul
And I am yourself.
Insides of my chest
Lie on your shelf.
Damn me with curses,
But do it with love.
I'll swallow my fears
To set passion above!
And I will devour
Your pain like a star
Just in an hour,
If you don't make me starve.
Don't leave me there
In cold shallow cave!
My mind's never spare -
It is in your grave.
Let it be torture,
Let it be curse -
My abyss, my eternity -
It is all yours!
Catherine, dear,
You are my love,
You are my death
And my infinite scar.