- Fatal Cure -
As visions of darkness take sight,
I will dream of a joyous time now departed --
lost walking in a dream through day and night;
For you have left me brokenhearted.
As this was not a dream after all;
I wonder -- how does my mind wander so fast?
While the things most important around me fall --
my thoughts ever so swiftly turn back upon the past.
This day dream -- this night dream;
While all my thoughts do protest;
Has enthralled my real life so it may seem --
that what we shared was grotesque
What beyond that dream; that dark and stormy night --
could lift this agony above my dreams and reality?
What could be so pure and free of fright --
in truth it would have to be my love deemed fatality