Nostalgiac Nightmares

For each and every scar you laid upon this heart
And for each of those wounds you once ripped apart
Before salting it thoroughly and watching my pain,
Driving me to a place far beyond insane...
Dreams, love, perfection; you turned it to smoke,
Laughing as I dropped to my knees, left to choke.
The sound of your laughter still rings in my head,
Still jerks me from dreams, drenched by sweat be my bed.
And while dazed by the eruption from a false reality
I scream your name to the night; I try to summon you to me.
It takes a few moments to realize the truth;
Disorientation melts with the nightmares of our youth.