I woke up last night
and this morning I dreamed it again.
You were the only darkness
left in the day.
The only nitemare
I wanted to stay.
You were the sin
I hate
that feels so damn great.
And I ate it up.
Another helping please?
I held your hand
and bled my heart
and hoped it was worth saving.
But then it was only a dream,
so what does any of this mean
in the end?
What good does it do
to hold on to you
or your reality
if it isn't going to get through?
I closed my eyes again,
rolled back to the wall.
And then I felt his arms encircle me,
and I knew I was home.
