The Sightings

I feel sick and excited

Another glimpse just passed my nightmare

Pieces by pieces they revolt

A horror that tortures my nights

She appears again this time

Won’t let me have my peace

With her torn bleeding soul

With the death necklace rounds her gullet

Another pill is lost in a bubble

I try to kill the pain within my head

I wait a while

And kill my ghosts for a start...

And then I see her, one last time

Hair soft like silk beside the coral sea

That’s when I close my eyes

And free my nights.