Apart

I am awoken from my slumber,

And in my dreams

Figures surround me, as I try to claw my way

Across the bedclothes,

Frantically, blindly, searching.

With unseeing eyes, black heralds hoist me up

And deposit me back where I belong,

Strait-jacketed,

As a choir of horns blares out around me.

And in the midst of my infernal yells,

I remember,

That morning soon will come,

And you will be there to remind me,

Why I rage against the shadows, each night 

We are apart.