I saw you in a dream,

made by my own reality,

worlds keep flashing by,

an endless hunger for time,

exists when I look into your eyes,

I smell your skin touching mine,

bells keep ringing in my ears,

deafening the image in the mirror,

filled with cracks I look to us,

only to see my imagination,

playing tricks and games,

hide and seek with my sense of reality,

rational thinking of logical explanations,

to define the illness inside of me,

you wouldn't even realize what is wrong with me,

looking right through me,

a grey cloud in your way,

But darling all I ask is,

to see me when I slit your throat!