Dreams of past predictions

My dreams prove to be exact. She is forever gone and I know I will never encounter her presence beside me ever.  She was and is the ghost  tortured and haunted  in my darkest despair. Goodbye forever, no hope for us to ever unite. I pause for my conscience to render. Daughter, Sister,  Blister on my ashtray of a heart, watch me in my nakedness, and lack of control. You lovely fucked up soul. My grasp has been ungraded from you scornful hold. Oh, How you and I were so bold, in opposite unfitting molds. Roll it up and leave me the f**k alone. Cold success, oh how I wished the ungrateful b***h the best… Sit in the last desk in the back row and forget the regrets and the untold. I’m my new clay and mold.  What are the words and empty threats you try to dole? Who is your next victim? I hope they will never be pathetically deluded as I. Let them recognize you wicked alabies