You sit by my bedside like vultures
And you grasp my hands tight, when I
Pretend that I have the strength to
Step out of your house – into life
/
You sing to me songs of oblivion;
When I can no longer fight off sleep,
You fill my dreams to the brim
With what sometimes may seem
Like an escape, a grim kind of freedom
/
You drag my thoughts downwards with you,
Whispering, ‘you are already gone’;
Ghosts and demons of hope,
You’ve bound me with the strongest rope,
Through the pain it’s just you I can hear
/
And I’m barely holding on;
And I’m all but going insane;
I’m forgetting my loved ones’ names
And how good it felt to be loved;
And you say to me: ‘it’s ok’,
And I almost believe you, but…