Let me be the quilt of dreams

The way it holds my endless screams

This bed of roses

Those heads of snakes

“His tearful scars that brighten me above”

It’s silent, my mind,

But brilliant, I find

These depths of waters,

Your heart that shatters

“His tearful scars that burnt my soul”

The guilt of madness,

The spark of sadness

It kills the war,

But builds a sore

The pose of harming, charming dreams,

The truths of linking, sinking beams

“His tearful scars that brought a horror”