The Bedrooms Nightmare

The leaves in the dead trees lurch
Interweaved within the breeze that drives hard to collapse
The moon glistens with an intoxicated stare
Cease the clip right there
Admit the beautiful girl
That punctually commandeers the screen
With teeth akin to knives
Lips comparable to deaths own icy contiguity
I pose here oblivious to what she is about to do
As she laces her fingers round my spine
With an unvital snap, I have been abdicated
Impelled into the abysmal barathrum beneath your bed
Full of all the people you hungered
And got over just as expeditiously
Glass lacerates into your neck
As you aspire to drain your poisons to hastily
Swallowing the cup in the rigorous endeavors
This wooden frame about your window leaps
It's fashioned for your image
Both of you bracing to expire tonight
The ceiling fan howls as it craves to hang from it's cord
It was fabricated to tenure you by the throat
Dangling two feet aloft those virgin white sheets
They are as white as the apparitions in my vitiated brain
I put a unhallowed smile on as I withdraw this blade
And inject its apex into your skull