I can hear him,
Speaking ot me in my dreams.
Though he does not really exist.
But in my mind;
Anything is possible.
As he tells me my future,
I listen to him.
With tears in my eyes;
Not wanting to hear it.
But he doesn;t stop.
What shall I do?
My future is no longer good;
I have nothing but memories;
To keep me from insanity;
Help Me.
