Nightmare Without Him

I once had a dream not long ago;
That our Love came to an end;
So I asked myself could this be so.

I cried that night in my dream;
Wishing things weren't that way;
Wishing things could go back to
the way they seemed.

So happy so peaceful;
So lovely so pure;
It was like a fairy tale;
that some how same true.

In my dream i grab a razor;
And slash my pain away;
Releasing you with hate and
Malice; then I stop and look at my
bloody masterpiece with pleasure.

I look at myself in the the mirror;
Wondering what this creature is;
Angry at the sight i break with raw,
bloody hands.

I claw my walls;
I claw my face;
I break my lamp;
I am a disgrace.

I look at the mirror shards;
Laying on th floor;
I pick it up asking for more;
I place it to my throat;
with a smile so bright.

One final slash left:
A bell rings and I'm awoken:
From my almost eternal slumber.

This is life with him gone;
Leaving me broken and torn;
Crying and slicing away my life.
This is my nightmare without him.