Black and putrid on the inside,
a coffin, dark dreary and cold.
Snails climb the liner and stretch
salty sizzle sweat and tears.
Blood and dried roses and red satin
White pillow and matted hair
Disdain for distance not unholy
wholly ingrained in bleached bones
Whisper softly in grievous ears
grinding the sleepless teeth
an unending uneasy slumber
Closed and enclosed entombed
Scratch at the ceiling and claw
rings the bells of the night watch
only frozen in a moment agonized
close your eyes my little baby
dream not a nightmare again.