Here I am months later pining over a memory
A false hope I had made into a fantasy
I made the future in a cold white room
Where I faced my demons but avoided doom
I screamed I am afraid of the dark
Even though the fluorescent lights created the brightest spark
My delusions formed in an instant
I saw your face and an infant
The room became familiar
Only a second later was it sinister
They laid me down in a cross
I gained security, there was no loss
I know this means nothing to you
However, all of it is true.