The Third Option

To escape the days
I turn to night
And lay my head to sleep.

But in my dreams
My disturbing, frightful dreams
The memories become too deep.

And when the day and the night won't do
Because I can never hide anywhere or anytime
From the forever haunting that darkens my mind.

So I find
That only one solution comes to mind
And it's neither of the two.

This poem goes out to my Prince Tormentor. He knows, oh yes you do.