Hungover from a dream that haunts.
Don’t paint a picture with colours, if the background is black.
You play me, with the sweetest grace. Yet I only play tunes of agony and distress.
Melodies barely believed.
I shall caress your face, with tears, sadness and grief.
Watch me on the floor, bathed in my own sweat.
A justifying pain.
Wrap me up, in the ghostly mist. Hide me, from the cold surrender of the night.
My muscles tense, I break my jaw. Littered, lonely and lost.
I address letters to you, for me. Show me progress, when will the frenzy of the dream stop?
The hour is ill.
The famous tale began, before you knew of it.
Call me by my old familiar name, I do not know of this wandering person within.
When tomorrow rises without me
Wear no forced air of sorrow.
I shall walk in the aspect of cloudless conditions and moonlit roads.