I write this poem just for you
With all these feelings what could I do
A tomb of words that stack like that
Surrounding things seep though the cracks
Words hard as brick to build my tower
Piece by piece hour by hour.

Basicly I'm saying I'm making my grave
If I stick around you, there's no way I'll behave.
My words are all I have left to display my affection
Once you listen you come quick with correction

I lay here dying in my tomb
Your lurking silhouette still lingers in my room
Casting your shadow for me to see
Your presence haunts me in my dreams