He was just another face in the crowd,
but he took the vision from your mind
The one to chase the nightmares
from the echelons of your psyche.

There was a frost coming for you,
A dream without sleeping,
frozen water beneath blank stars,
as empty as a letter left to burn
A masquerading lie,

tumultuous as it goes awry.

Someone else's daydream stretches taut across your bones,

Did you want him to count your ribs
through the fabric of your shirt?