Reoccurring nightmares (keep the coffin lid closed)

Let the pen bleed the ink to make the passion splatter 

Hear the pieces of whatever remains of him clatter 

Could carve out the melancholy but would it matter 

Fragility like that of glass and again he will shatter 

Flesh cage holding me in dreamstitched 

I believed everything but was bewitched 

The nights are becoming darker and darker pitched 

Was so unsure to begin with then it switched 

What happens once you finally discover 

The demons using your shell undercover 

All there is waiting is loneliness as a lover 

Wish I may, wish I might, but will never recover 

My outstretched hands grip voids in the air 

Foolishly hoping but knowing you would not be there 

What is left for soi-disant as if the vagueness wasn't clear 

You should remain as silent as the rolling tear 

Spiritual envelope absorbing others pain imposed 

While they enjoy feeling better you are indisposed 

This suffering, this pain though to me undisclosed 

Yet encouraging me to keep the coffin lid closed.....