You should spend your nights
Running through my dreams
Finding the dead ends
And oubliettes
Leaving your marks
Breadcrumb trails
While you’re lost in the maze
That you created
All those times
When you baffled and amused
When you entertained
So restrained
Until we got too close
Things got too real
And it all fell apart
Now all I have
Are the echoes of content
In the empty streets
Of my wasteland mind