The phantom rose from the depths of her mind, all she heard was a hiss,
All her dream ships were once wrecked by the acuate rocks of reality by life;
In her fantasy isles of insanity, her barketines raced into port, canvas billowing, and winds whistling through the masts.
Two kids, a dog, and a house with a picket fence was all she ever wanted;
Someone to share her love with, someone to hold her hand;
Loneliness became her bane, like an animal that was forever hunted.
The American Dream was lost forever in the labyrinth of a dark abyss;