Empty canteens

The darkest of dreams
Keep haunting my brain
I thought I grew out of this
But it's catching up with my age
I'll never grow out of this it's constricted to me
Oh well it's alright, It's ok
I'll savor the taste
Of bitterness in my mouth
Caused from the lack of sleep
Where I am starting to dream
When I still feel awake
Doctor am I dreaming?
Or should you rip me apart?
Find what's not working
Take apart my heart?
Until I am breathless and pale
It's an ideal me
Just don't stitch me back up
Please I beg you leave me in piece across the floor
Like a showcase for lonely eyes
I am the model you've been dying for
I feel better already
I feel more whole