I grab your nightgown,
As the force pulls you close to the wall,
The scar solitaire burns,
As you watch my glass eyes fall.
You cradled my tears,
As the ghouls passed by,
Eating my body away,
Like a slaughter to my life.
And the lives we exist in to mortal out our dreams,
Are what we make of obscene,
Your watching my eyes fail as the poltergeist ruins my tremor dreams,
You watch as my skin is dismantled out of our lust,
Your eyes scan around for sign of deceive.
My palms hold down my arms like nails that De-press through my arm,
As you wander through the hallways of our lair,
Where you commence this apprehension,
Into my aspiration for no harm.
And the congested doors close for reasons to provide,
The self-hate and righteous lust that you never surfaced to decide.
Just like the depart of your scars,
As the hemorrhage begins to fail,
In your durable soul were you never anxious to be afraid.
And I watched you face the conviction,
As the mirrors around your comfort begin to stare,
Your eyes they produce black tears,
Your hands they control the hasten of the blood that gushes down your skin,
The needles in your soul hit the wall as you tear the off your life in despair.
As the blood reaches rusty,
And the stares from the boulevard of the streets begin to burn tired,
Your eyes they scream the pain of help, sting of fire.
