Good night, sleep well, she tells me every night.
Or maybe she only tells me in my dreams,
Or I just dupe myself with idealistic sights.
Dreams, good ones, never last it seems.
Bonds, so easily severed in real life
Yet I still cling on and hope in the unforeseen
Even as reality cuts then resharpens its knife.
Let go, she now silently screams
Out while I hold on with all my might.
Vapors condense and fall as drops of dreams:
Endless love...endless pain sounds more right.