• His shadow plays on the wall
    Taunting me with my subconscious
    The marks on my skin remind me of him

    Why is he here?
    Is there something I should know?

    He calls my name, calling, pleading, begging for forgiveness. Mine.

    Like a wave crashing against the rocks
    My memories of him wax and wane up and back
    against the shores of my subconsious

    His shadow plays on the wall
    Taunting me with my subconsious
    The marks on my skin remind me of him

    Him...him...him.