Pleasant Nightmares Poem by Dead Beat Poet

When you are breathing next to my ear,
the transmission is clearly received.
All you wanted was everything dear,
regardless of who was deceived.

When ever I fall it's always for theft,
help me to discover your underhand.
You got all the love and whatever's left,
nothing was enough to understand.

I awake from the pain of my flesh tearing off,
my nightmares seem pleasant when you're there.
Unnecessary words only do harm and scoff,
I never promised my love would be fair.

The sheets are wet with my blood and your tears,
another night with nothing to lose.
If servitude is bliss when entering years,
it is with you whom I will choose.