You’re a phantom now
psychosis in my sleep
I rant & rave, wake
(no Buddhist still)
& wish we’d never been.
The years have blurred
your face your smile
a livid scratch,
& my idea of hell
to spend eternity
in dream
battling you.
You’re a phantom now
psychosis in my sleep
I rant & rave, wake
(no Buddhist still)
& wish we’d never been.
The years have blurred
your face your smile
a livid scratch,
& my idea of hell
to spend eternity
in dream
battling you.