Middle of the night, I hear myself scream

I pray it was all a fever dream

She’s standing in the corner, eyes staring at me

Her face hidden in the shadows for me to never see

Her glare burns through the pitch black of the room  

Everything around me is engulfed in heavy fume

Shadows dancing on the wall

Is it her or just the city’s lights?

Toying with me in the dead of night

I’m startled even by a phone call

‘You are what you did’

She said from the dark in which she hid

Her voice pierces new holes in my heart

The first rays of sun creeping in through the blinds

Pull me far away from her into their warm embrace

And finally there's nothing left of her but a blank space