A Delightful Stupor & Unpleasant Mornings

She's my Casanova.
The Novocaine to my pain.
But medicine is only temporary,
And plague will taint my flesh afresh.

I'm her Vincent van Gogh.
Here, take my ear so you can hear.
We'll enjoy a moment together.
Have a cigarette with my silhouette.

But they say nothing is as it seems.
Our illusions are breaking at the seams.
When I awake, my pillow will fill with screams.
Why is it that you only exist in my dreams?