How must one dream
to see the pure image of an angel
for I only see a distant black hole
where you lie
waiting to corrupt my mind

what is real,
really?
I cannot tell when you mask
yourself behind lies
to save me from heartache
and wanting to cry ...

You are a lover
I want to dream of
holding me close
and caressing my skin
but I only see you touching
her
and her
and her
and all of them

again.