do I deceive you
when I\'m speaking
the truth,
no fault on my part?
my glass coffin
does little to ease
this aching,
shaking,
breaking heart
of mine.
no rest,
none for me,
since the halls of my mind
are haunted by
your memory.
calling out,
falling away from you.
the chains that tie me here,
are resisting.
is anyone going to help me?