I just went to bed
left you on Read
I did it on purpose to mess with your head

Laid in gossamer sheets
tinged sickly red
with the blood of words
that went unsaid
hard to deny
who made the bed
who caught whom
in whose spinnerets

Distraught with rotting thoughts
locked in my own stocks
stalking twisted halls
the clocks have all stopped

Stuck in my head
kicking myself
with broken knees
and buckled legs
struggling to free myself
from myself

Entombed by one I never could deceive
darkness abounding when all that I need
is to catch the right light
and stop trying to fight
Oh, what a tangled web we weave

you're the kind of love
that makes me reach into the dark
and accidentally grasp
onto what I think is your heart...

what I thought was your heart
is really just a snake...
a snake (that is indeed alive, unlike our love) that wraps it's life around my heart
and suffocates me
until I can't reach
into the dark
and can't open my eyes to glance at your silhouette over me.
maybe I imagined you during my death... or maybe you actually did 'love me enough' (or so you said)
to watch me gasp for air
but you just watched...
but hey, I guess it's okay. leave me in my tombstone.
no visits are permitted to you.
thank you for your love (not really)