Broken

Torn and tattered
the beat of
an irregular staccato
on calcium walls

In the time before time
In the perpetual then
I was the dream
The belief and the idea

Now I am the ghost
Of the phantom
Of the dream
And a price must be paid

The price for pain
For weeping
For sorrow's secret heart
In the dead of night

I am the past
And I haunt you
When you close your eyes
When you try not to think

But that's all that I am
Your specter
The spook that haunts
Your Scooby Doo nightmare

That's all that I am
And I can hurt you no more.