Much like the Wolverine,
I am tortured.  
My life flashes to me in my slumber.
My nightmares of you make me wake
and I scream in pain.
Walking the earth seeking unknown justice for my wrong doings.

When I do dream,
and the night terrors escape me
for just a moment;
you are there to comfort me.
Every time it's the same dream,
like it all never happened and you have come back to me,
but I soon realize
it's just the ***** filled coma
and I'll soon be faced with reality.

*I'm closed,
jaded,
and I'll walk through life much like the wolverine,
just a face in a crowd.