I trapped in a story

I trapped in a story

That wasn't mine to tell:

You said you were

Born and raised in hell.

I saw your moves, how you talk –

I felt myself a stalker.

I go where you go –

I'm a sleepwalker.

Does my night trips

Count as another life?

Why do you hold in

Your hand a kitchen knife?

You killed my dreams

And I woke up troubled.

My mind was foggy,

My soul was hollowed.