Your face, voice,
The laugh I love to hear.
The glimmer in the eye,
in the windows, in the sky.

Never the escape.
A dream I'll never leave.
The coma I die in.

The illusion in my eyes,
fixated on you,
another daydream,
lest you know..

Should you stumble,
Discover this delusion,
Think not of it.

The condition
that withers me.
The symptoms will pass,
The blood will thin,
The heart shant last.

Should you fall
upon this secret,
Dream not of it.

Windows,
Crowds,
Strangers,
Clowds,
Cars,
Rain,
Homes,
Pains.

Should you remember me,
Do not wonder.
I'm still here.