There were times I dreamt
sometimes of us
sometimes of you
other times you'd show me
all the dreams of us

Now you're a nightmare
that I see in days and
talk about to myself at night
while the stars shine
and the wind is still cold

I dreamt last night
of you sinning again
with a sinner who wasn't me
and maybe that sinner
wasn't anyone

But I was mad
and you weren't sorry
and I woke recklessly
thinking of all the hate
and the filth

All of what had consumed
my mind but not my heart
my heart still pure and hurt
but my mind all filled with disgust