The dreams are seeping through the eyelids,
Slowly dripping from my bed.
The flow of thoughts reaches the blinds,
Trying to restore your scent.
But the whispers come in swarming,
And your picture starts to fade.
Eels are writhing in my stomach,
When I explore it with a blade.
I hear his wheezes drawing closer,
Crawling in between the veins,
Sticking all over my torso,
Gnawing at my inflamed brain.
Stay with me as nightmares thicken,
Lull my mind with your caress
On bedsheets sprouting countless needles,
On pillows stuffed with shards of glass.