I can't see you
In my dream
I can see you in my nightmare
Scratching at the walls of my mind
Bleeding out deceit.

The stricken heart of mine
Powerless
The art of mine
Turning sour and generic.

You used to give me hope
You used ease my despair
Now you create red blotches
In the framework of my thoughts.

I learned that I might not
Have the power to control my urgent
Feelings
That I might fall into the black hole
That you've created.

The sinister happenings
The sad proceedings
The putrid smell
Of a deathly blow
A stink that quivers the nose
It all is clear now.

You are the queen of pain
Alerting your inner badness
To banish my depleting goodness
I am a man on the edge
And you've put me here.