nightmare (staid in her beed)

 

I had this dream that you had left me alone

In front of that door wrapped in that dark green towel

Shivering and quaking I died

You closed your eyes, you walked away

Sickness lures the dreams closer

Drugs pull them away

I should’ve staid in her bed

I should’ve trusted her needle strength

I should be sleeping next to her warmth

The distain for this cold mattress

That accompany the alone and lonely

Haunt desperate dreams equal to disdained nightmares

 

Author's Note

Cp. 11:13PM Sun 03/16/08 thought, lonely, alone, sick, scared (Written, Genesis)