I am not the Anti-Christ 

You should never 

Think that of me 

No matter how much you hate me

 

I do not hate or despise you Charles 

I just feel sorry for you 

You are trapped in a world 

That does not exist 

Reality means little or nothing to you 

 

Then why do you share my bed 

Why are you naked next to me 

I think of the afternoon breeze 

That fills this beautiful room 

But you think only of my words 

Which you believe to be evil 

You say that reality is but a ghost to me

But you cannot feel the fresh  sea air 

That touches our fevered skin 

As we lay here on our married bed

Later in the day this breeze will weaken 

And linger only in memory

You will not remember it 

But my words will never fade 

And that is what troubles you