At times I still feel sick inside these rooms,
Where people lie in practice for their tombs,
With reasons that remain unknown to me
Trade treasured time for fleeting fantasy.
I choose to sate this bitter appetite
Where love is sold in secret out of sight.
It’s you who calms the storms inside my head
And for a while makes my whole world this bed.
But darling, things are never what they seem.
Mere life’s no competition for a dream.
And even though there was a grave mistake,
So much of you’s in her I did partake.
It’s not the face that gave the game away;
I can’t tell you apart before I pay.
And though at first I felt like nothing’s wrong,
I learned to loathe her love before too long.
Your kisses soothe the pain of all things sore;
Her lips left me more wanting than before.
I wanted you, sweet Solitude, I said.
They sent your sister Loneliness instead.