You're in my reality
You're in my dreams
You are all I see
You make me scream

Get out of my head! You undesirable *******
No, please don't break me further
Don't tear me apart
But my words drifted in the wind into a soft murmur

My eyes are cold
Expressing no emotions
My soul was sold
And you bottled me with potions

I scream
I kick
Get out of my dreams
You're making me sick

I awake
Distorted in all mental confusion
My senses became opaque, written in my mistakes
Because you are just an unforsaken illusion; stuck in the gravity of my imagination.

with no direction or purpose,
we find ourselves
wallowing in pools of
self-pity.
we find ourselves longing
for those who whisper spurious words of affection.
after all it has always been better to have someone to hold
on those cold nights
than
being alone.