Phantasm of the Past

Think blasphemous thoughts
Tell convincing lies
Read any manuscript
Hear any cacophony
Fight losing battles
Have frightening dreams
Think of you
And try to explain.

We fell apart
Pieces of shattered mirror
That could show us
What cannot be explained.

Stabbed when I hear
The insects' flutter
They know our fears
They know our stories
A knife to the heart
That gets it pumping again
And on with the show,
But I still cannot explain.

We only have the phantasm of our past
To comfort us when lights extinguish
And eyes close with peace of mind
And the heart starts to bleed.