The break of dawn brings forth, the [bad word] [bad word] 
It feels as though nothing is what it seems, nightmares overwhelm my dreams.
Causing this, nauseating feeling inside my gut.
At night, [bad word] are these dreams which I envision throughout my mind.
As we lay intertwined here, enshrouded by the feeling of placidity.
Every aspect distinguishably as clear as could be, and I never felt more alive then when I dream of you.
The irony of it all leads to questioning, and thus brings on fear.
My thoughts clouded with uncertainty.
I am at battle with my inner demons.
I remember the contours of your lips, graciously pressed so tightly against mine.
Now, I'm left to wonder.
Uncertain these nightmares are in fact a dream.
While you slept I crept up to your room, careful not to make a sound.
I marvelled at such utter beauty, the unstableness maddening.
I carve through your abdomen, witnessing your eyes fade from brown to grey.
The surge brought me to my knees, as I permeate your chest plate, and now, feel the [bad word] meaning of having your heart ripped out, straight from your chest cavity.
Wither and die away already.