So here I am:
Wretched and thin.
The last drops of oxygen bound within,
While ropes dig in and tan my skin.
Before I go I will force myself into your dreams:
And here I’ll live forever and share;
I am here for you.
I’ll be your waking nightmare.
Cradled and sat within your bed,
With me forever clutching your head.
The guiding hour has come,
The time where my body is lost.
Summers will again come
And pass just like the frost.
The wooden tomb
For my body’s consume,
Holds me tight in embrace,
As the wood rots away with my face.
And, although that face will no longer be:
It is the one you’ll nightly see.