Tonight I call to you with music,
I want to see you in my dreams.
I want to tell you all the new things
I’ve learnt from plucking out your stings.
Tonight I summon you in hushed whispers,
Puzzle-piece you from memories,
To let you know how much I hate you
I want to see you in my dreams.
I have no memory of your voice now
But I still clearly hear your words.
I want to spit the truth back at you,
I want my tongue to cut like swords.
Tonight I’ll force you into my dreamscape,
I’ll wrestle you into my sleep.
So I can spill on you forgiveness.
So I can pull apart your seams.
I shall uproot that meek box garden
Where I was bound lifetimes ago.
I see the bars and taste the water
Of that grey room in summer's core.
Oh angel! how low you've fallen,
A bad dream calling from the depths.
I shall rename him Prince of Slumber.
Tonight I'll see you in my dreams.