The nightmare repeats what my mind has carved
That feeling of danger captures my words
Rabid like dogs being beaten and starved
My tongue lashes out -- I still have not learned
Mistaken and shamed, I cannot retreat
Where is the ink that will scratch out my lies?
Gone like a puzzle that's missing a piece,
Forgiveness and promise will not comply
Swallowing the sword that smiles my pain
Daring illusion -- my sharp witted slight
Those howling hungry hounds drive me insane!
And corner me in the dead of the night
The nightmare predicts of me losing you
To my own fabricated fatal view
No comments:
Post a Comment