Raw Nerve

That's all you left me with - raw nerves tangled in a
messybloodydirtyheap.

Doctor - 'you say you dream?'
Patient - 'I dream that I am on trial'
Doctor - 'and of what crime are you accused?'
[Patient stands to face audience]

-well someone once said that all the world's a stage-

Me&You Are Only Players.

                          I dream that I am on trial for a murder.
The murder of my father.
    I don't mean the figurative, metaphorical, or fabled 'father' figure that symbolises those that keep you a child.
    I mean [of course] you.

The funny thing about this dream
(and no i dont mean funnyhaha i mean funnystrange)
Is that you're on the witness stand.
    'How can I be a murderer when my victim's still alive?'
And in the dream, just like today, I'm crying harder than She is.

                                ***
The accusations brought the same question to my
lyingevilbleedinglips.

Father - 'why would She make that up?'
Evil Daughter - 'because I am always on trial'
Father - 'I'm not accusing you of this'
[Evil Daughter cancels call]

-well that's how you stripped the flesh from my bones-

Not A Drop Spilled - Shylock Will Be Pleased.

                      I've been convicted of a crime I didn't commit.
The crime of Familial Slander.
    And when I say 'family' I don't mean flesh and blood and body and soul sort of family.
    I mean [of course] 'step'.

So now I've cried all the tears I can and you've got your pound of flesh.  I just hope after all I've done to keep your marriage sacred that you're happy together.  Because you've gained a ducat in the shape of a wife but like that tortured Jew you have

                      'a daughter, lost'.