by Jeph Johnson
Please drag me out of bed and tell me what she said
For she's still in my head filling me with dread
Stuck all weekend here looking through the mirror
Without her to endear I've fear itself to fear
Exploding toxic themes detonate pipe dreams
Igniting evil schemes that smother self esteem
It's just a fantasy; her still here with me
But all that I can see in my mind's periphery
Is her smile so serpentine gleaming hope it seems
Euphoric sadness means I must go to extremes
But no one understands or lends a helping hand
Except the firebrand of doubt; my biggest fan