The Pointless Book

Phantom

It is the moonlight?
(No it can't be)
Is it the faint day?
(No it can't be)
Whatever it may be it's torturing me

Indeed your faint smell lingers in my dreams enough for you to become a living phantom
(I know, I know)
Our past died with your turning back
We'll never sing again, never laugh again

I know nothing more, I remember nothing
Everything I forgot, no longer matters
All I know is we drowned together
And the image of you taking your last breath
It lingers in my head