I am brought to you
in my dreams
again tonight.
Why does your ghost choose to haunt me
in a way I can't control?
in a way I can't escape?
in a way I do not wish to go
a path I couldn't choose to break

and **** the stones you stand on!

**** the stones beneath you.

You're the ghost;
and haunted, strucken, disturbed
I have fallen
beneath you.

beneath the vision of my
memories of you

It's true
I belong to the death of you.

and where is my escape!?

I cannot bear the thought
[tonight]
of seeing you again,

seeing your shadows inside of my head
when materially
eternally
It's clear to see
you're perished to me
to everywhere we have and have not been.

but I bring myself to you again.