When the world implodes and the nights fill with screams,
she drapes a hand over my shoulder
opens up my mind, takes a blind plunge into my dreams...

Inside the main room of my soul
lies a whimpering naked child trapped in a cage,
silently crying as its terror pools around in one big sick tide -
the animal within it rips and gnaws
seeking a hole where it can curl up and hide.

My girl ignores this creature, following the signs
to my heart, and far away from my head;
away from a festering tumour swollen with pulsing nightmares,
leaking life and soon to be dead.

For there's a fire among the horizon
that's pushing her naked body closer to mine -
in the dark, cold, November nights
our love - oh it did burn and shine!

Alas then she was gone, and I was depressed
nondescript, useless, a piece of junk to her fleeting fancies -
that night she left...
I blew my gasket and she lost all her chances.

So I ignored her when she crawled back and cried,
'twas only two weeks but I was over her

now she's much less picturesque without me by her side.