• He crawls out
    And leaves my dreams
    As nothing more than whispered things

    And from out my mouth,
    A cry, "I'm done!"
    My stale eyes open and I run.

    A haunting stench,
    It fills the air,
    And beckons from my stomach,
    Fear

    My blue eyed haven,
    Never cruel,
    Has bloodied his most lethal tool

    And on the ground
    And on the floor
    He makes no sound
    He speaks no more

    O, hallowed earthly realm

    Dispel this aching grief within
    My chest from out this quaking pen