Failure In Vanity

Feverishly I awoke from a slumber so deep. Sweat glazed over my pale skin. For within these days I find myself retreating to my dreams. Here is where you've become my nightmare. Fearful of sleep now and the torment it has shared. Pound upon my skull,

There was a time when you were on your own. No one to guide. No one to keep you strong. So I carried your weight upon my back. Never would I let you fail. I should have known it would become your chopping block. Your words would reside behind my back