This poem is for my good friends, Liam, Jamie and Jamal.
Trapped in this box, I need to leave.
Your all over me , I can hardly breathe.
I used to think you were the one,
now my love is dead and gone.
What once was fresh has now turned stale.
You hammer in that final nail.
You cut of my hands and you sowed up my eyes,
you silenced me with your deadly lies.
My love for you was six foot deep,
now you make my flesh creep.
And then the moon, she began to call,
I smash through your wooden walls.
I rise up, escaping my hell to
the ghostly chiming of church bells.
Twelve chimes mark the hour!
I tread across the hollowed ground,
careful not to make a sound.
You turn around I see your face,
I've you in my cold embrace.
I killed the lies inside your head.
Now it is you who will be dead.
