Last night I heard the screaming;
Blood curdling;
Behind the door;
Another nightmare filled night for him;
Never any good to try wake him up;
Because I know the consequences-
That shall follow.

Last night I heard his screaming;
And his fists banging against the wall;
Another pain filled night for him;
Never any good to try and intervene.

Last night when I heard the stop of his screaming;
I wondered if it could be;
And as I slowly opened the door;
I thought that I was dreaming.
A pale face;
Foam on his lips;
And a bottle in his hand-
Is all that I saw.
Torn up and burnt photographs-
Encircled his bed;
What could I have said?!

Last night I started screaming;
His pain now all on me;
No one to tell;
No one to help;
Just him and I;
In a puddle of destroyed memories.

Last night was the last night;
And it shall forever be-
A mere dream of extreme ecstasy.