The screams from my pillow are
trying to escape.
They bellow in my ear the demons'
dreams,
Of the precious stealing of my soul;
My mind can only handle so much
hatred.
The only cure is your tender touch,
Your fingertips burn away the
whispers of Lucifer hidden within
my freckles.
Your breath of love on my neck
conquers the welcoming breath
of death,
And suddenly-
While my lips trace the line of yours,
Life doesn't seem so bad.