Bette Noire

I scrambled around searching hard
Wreaking the bed in my haste
My wife wakes up but can’t understand
My searching in nights dark embrace

Suddenly I stop, awake with a bang
As I realise what I’m about
Well sweated up and hurting like hell
I’m looking for steel I no longer possess

The signs are blatant and loud in my head
My mind reeling hard from the stress
Too much happening for me to cope
And it’s starting to raise the dead.

Simple to cure in days gone cold
Someone lies dead from afar
That was then but this is now
And all I can do is fret.

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