Goodnight

Liquid happiness drips into cold arms,
Silent lips aching to murmur regrets.
Artificial light rains from the ceiling -
No wonder you've closed your heavy lids.

I'll be waiting right here for you
In this foreign forest of grey.
Faceless mannequins urge me to leave,
And attempt to whisk you away.

Scream roll off my dry tongue
And don't plan on ending until you
(Blissfully unaware) Are rescued from sleep.
Please escape from your pleasant dreams

And come back to me. They're plotting against you.
(Deceiving demons with masks of sympathy)
Fingers intertwined as your last breath leaves.
No wonder you've closed your heavy lids.