One night I woke up
in that nightmare again;
the distorted shadows chasing relentlessly
as the ink ran dry and the paper burned and
crumbled into the white ashes of my apathetic mind.
I cried into your outstretched arms,
comforting amongst my demons
for you too have had this dream,
where the notes ran sour and the melody bled through the page until
the chords were nothing more than one long continuous scream in the night…
That scream was yours.