No one ever gets this one...

Nightmare Lullaby

A nightmare lullaby

His voice there beside me,

Word after word of contradiction,

Comfort, tense, upbeat, downtrodden,

Elated, humiliated, ingratiated.

There is a necessity of strength that I receive,

But tainted by weakness, of me, of my confusion,

Tragedy after fantasy tearing me

Softly, tenderly, precise,

And through it all, his voice,

He, my strength, my sorrow, my black joy,

His voice my sanctuary, my prison,

My tormented haven,

My nightmare lullaby.