In this dream of self destruction,
I see your shadow.
Amongst the wrongly persecuted,
You lay face down in the dirt.
Unseen, unheard, unwanted,
You have given up all signs of joy.
Creating corrupt loyalty amongst us,
And disheartening the distressed.
False promises of love,
And deception kept at bay;
And as my life flashes past my eyes,
I reach out and cry for a stronghold;
For yet another night terror come and past,
Tells the end of my story of juvinielle romance.