You razed his fortress with the trojan horse of sleep.
REM activity focused my pupils inward to watch the pillaging.
Stepping into the doorway of his room, you cast a shadow across his floor, his walls, his cieling. You held a limp rose in one hand, a kris in the same hand. My nocturnal emissions consisted of bloody spit from his repeated dagger wounds. You killed him in that dream. I saw him die screaming. I saw on the ground with his elbows locked, outstreched palms, seperated fingers and arms covering your face from his sight. His legs pushing against the floor, lungs gasping: " Get me as far into this corner as physics will permit!"
He was once a great man...he showed me what it was to be courageous.
My eyes were naked when you bent over to kiss me.
His specter claws stone at gravesites in my head.
From now on i'll seal my love letters in his bloody wax.