My whispers dress your naked body with nightmares while you sleep. You look so thin in this shade of fear, squirming with tears that engrave your angel face like veins of colorless gold. I love the way you mumble while you toss around, reaching for the blanket I threw on the floor, as I nibble your ear in my sick embrace. I want to marry you in this dress, then bury you in it — in a shoebox beneath our garden of wilted roses. They're nothing but thorns, because you let them die. I have to be careful not to wake you, because I want this to last the whole night, and you know I can last forever babe.

I wonder what horror I'm injecting into the soft skin of your dreams... Hopefully I'll find out tomorrow, as you wake crying and run into my arms to tell me all about it. I'll stroke your amber hair as I comfort you, and secretly think about what to add onto your speeding train of nightmares when you fall asleep next. You're the passenger, and I'm the engineer pulling the throttle and taking you deep into a tunnel that has no light at the end... but runs out of track before a cliff that hangs like a hawk over endless darkness. Fall with me baby...