One night I lost sight Of you long before I fell Under a spell of mistrust No longer to the right Of your still and quiet corpse Wishing for just a little more More of what youβre not What you could never be What you refused to give To someone like me So I screamed aloud for what became a year Barely making a sound Because no one ever came near Now whispers crash in waves of echo And a thunder none can hear Still not drowning out The fear that this is not a dream Until you wake up You cannot see all that I've seen In the hour that I dreamt To find myself alone again Still not quite sure what it all meant.
This is an excerpt from The Acid Oasis: The Journal of Adrian Blackraven by Steven Sanchez