I touch your face in my dreams I feel your head laying on my shoulder I smell your hair as I run my vile hands through you kiss my decaying chest as I begin to wake up your heart beats strongly against my still one
my cold skin soaks up your warmth my teeth chatter as I try to speak worms crawl from my eyelids the perfect night turns into dreadful day like a spring of pure water suddenly diluted with filth innocence is quickly overran with guilt
angels fall to become demons then fill you with poisons of a supernatural kind putting temporary patches on the punctures