Just get out of my chest
you've made yourself a nest
A home where you sit sleeping
unaware of of all that bleeds around you.
My heart is your pillow
resting upon it your head.
My soul is your blanket
my hands are your bed.
You, long forgotten, your home is not your own
It takes me so long
just to feel strong
enough to at least let you sleep
and not disturb you again
continue on, walking
and carry you in my veins.