The room spins, my eyes revolve,
I don't remember if it was you or not.
I saw that dark face in the quiet air –
Staring me down with deep,
Wrong eyes.
As the night grows older, I am afraid to sleep.
Petrified to hear your black voice,
Bouncing between the hollow walls.
The windows speak,
Whispering of your intruding lies –
That was you walking in my dreams, they say.
Ravishing those blood stained sheets, you laughed.
And I hear that cackle despite the wind.
I wish you would leave me alone,
Let me heal the wounds…
I will never forget the screams,
The pleads,
The incessant fighting,
Why didn't you listen?
The walls are sleeping now, as the light shines in.
One more night, eyes swollen from the pain.
Maybe someday I will greet you,
Take your hand in my dreams,
And bleed you with bare skin.
When I took my last, innocent breath.
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