Confined, within self forged walls
I lie barren, next to the casket
sprayed with gore drenched lilies,
holding back for my ménage
to finish thine rosaries.

The walls, they be besieging
while the roofbe plummeting,
fast enough to swallow me,
while I lie flat,and arms open
to embrace my long lost love,
my demise.

With every dawn,
I flirt with the edge of the roof...