sleepy head

Whispered name not meant for my tender heart, A taboo amidst their hungry forked tongues. I crave empathy, not to be buried in the dark, But all you did was leave my feelings unsung.

Like rolling haze, veiling dusk in washed out grey, I am forced to choke on my fever-slicked dreams. Ghosts across my face, a maelstrom behind the play, While hiding behind my perfectly-crafted screen.

Gild me with your gold, sing my name with praise, Blinded by desperation, I demand for more. Let's trade our souls and weave secrets like snakes, For you undid my ruins beneath the mask I wore.

I am beyond saving— too deep to jimmy out, Inhaling the sweet, sickening saccharine lies. My body froze at the edge of the rabbit’s maw, And I leap, praying I can keep on my disguise.