I find myself chasing elusive sleep,
while thoughts of you play on repeat.
Listless seconds feel like so many silent hours, with the days as deafened years.
The once reprieve I found in dreams is taken from me, replaced by a sleepless blame.
With my empty nights spent painting your face against a lonesome void.
Because I am the coward who ran
from his soul’s reflection in another.
So tonight I pray to heeding gods, to exorcise your memory’s possessing hold.
But still this heart’s slow aching,
remains the love that will not go.