Just as I woke up with a start,
I swallowed some saliva, thinking I saw a ghost,
But may not be one, Just my imagination going wild.
Needless to say there is nothing in this world like that.
Opened my window, saw a shadow,
Hid behind my curtains, watching the show,
Not a ghost, a shadow in the dark, mystery fog,
Needless to say, she was not in white, but in black smog.
4 in the morning, this was just a vision,
A guilty past that I could see, Not think,
Wrong, everything was wrong, my vision, my past,
I was dreaming I thought, coz I could see my darkest fears, immobilizing me.
A Night, or an early morning Vision, All I could see is her,
Crying, the past, was dull, sad, it wasn't a nightmare,
It was the woman and child crying, Sinfully deserted, Lustfully used and thrown,
Crying from the depths of my eternal damnation, the calling of Satan.
I had sinned, Somewhere in the past, Sometime in the past,
I had promised and forgotten, the child, looked like a prey,
Smitten, hungry, upset, dark winds blowing, shadows disappearing,
My mind was playing with me, But it had opened the window......the past
It was at this unearthly hour, 8 years ago, I slept by her,
Dreaming of a wonderful life, a beautiful future,
But like cracked glass, I gave in to the vanity of this world, Money!
I left, seeking the bright future, selfish, alone, and I saw her never.
So I sleep, alone, each day, Just to wake up and leave,
As I left that night, but I sold my soul, To the vanity,
the wealth, the hunger of sick paper, made me leave and close the doors, on her
Leaving the windows, open for the past, the sick thoughts, the past....windows open in despair.
Each night....every night, forever.
