No real me.

I liked the illusion that you fed me. I like that you still humor me.

Dreaming.

I'm sorry that you had to run away, that I made you feel that way . . . that I couldn't wipe the sadness from those sad eyes of yours.

I still have nightmares.

Lovely lie, love is.

In praise, inverted. For what? And she rises. Caged. I know.

Why

I'm destined to sing.