The Reason I Dream

I believe the only reason I ever breathe deep

Is to appreciate the panic of suffocating

And revel in the helplessness of being deprived

Of that which I need to stay alive.

It's a lot like talking to you.

It reminds me of talking to you.

I believe the only reason I have toenails

Is to feel the pain as I rip them from the quick

Immediate sense of swelling, sweet pain exploding

Helps me focus and forget, pretend I'm not sick

It's a lot like being with you.

It reminds me of being with you.

It's you.

It's you.

And you don't have a clue.

You just keep on doing what you do.

Different day,

Nothing new,

Same you.

I believe the only reason I face the mirror's glare

Is to witness the cracks that mar my own illusion

The fractured self and the ghost of disillusion

Push me to confront and grapple with my own reflection

It's a lot like the empty promises you make.

It reminds me of promises you made.

It's you.

It's you.

And you don't have a clue.

You just keep on doing what you do.

Different day,

Nothing new,

Same you.

I believe the only reason I endure this silence

Is to savor the echoes of my own isolation

The aching void and the burden of reflection

Guide me to confront and dwell in this desolation

It's a lot like staring into your vacant eyes

I remember your vacancy.

It's you.

It's you.

And you don't have a clue.

You just keep on doing what you do.

Different day,

Nothing new,

Same you.

I believe the reason I dream is so I can do all the things I want to do to you. All the things I could do to end you. The reason I dream is to get release, relief from all the hell of knowing you.