In your room

In your room, where time stands still or moves at your will. Will you let the morning come soon or will you leave me lying here, in your favourite darkness, your favourite half-light, your favourite consciousness, your favourite slave.
In your room, where souls disappear, only you exist here. Will you lead me to your armchair or leave me lying here, your favourite innocence, your favourite prize, your favourite smile, your favourite slave.

Your favourite passion, your favourite game, your favourite mirror, your favourite slave.

I'm hanging on your words, living on your breath, feeling with your skin, will I always be here.