I am torn, between trepidation
And delirium
In a no nonsense dream of hysteria
Where the only thing I can recognize
Is the fact I am going to die, lonely
Still looking for that special someone
Who never showed up
All my memories of love
Drift in and out
Like waves washing away wishes written in sand
So I stand, on the beach of desperation
Staring at the reflection of a lonely old man
Looking through the looking glass
Of a broken heart
Reminiscing about what could have been
Drowning my sorrows in a sea of self pity
Torn between trepidation and delirium
The Emotional Delusions of a Mad Man
