Home.

Nestled in the mountains’ embrace

the place I called my home.

I looked upon your smiling face

from high upon my throne.

I saw your brown eyes, wet with pain

reflecting trees and sky.

But now I stand alone again

Victimized by pride.

I saw our lives within that gaze

a cabin on a hill.

Set amongst the mountain haze

a vision I have killed.

Now I toss and turn at night

I could never sleep alone.

The mountains are so far out of sight

The nightmares are my home.