Pillow.

When did you realize a tool of murder made you comfortable?

Kiss me-

white face-

hold me-

embrace-

I asked for too much and now I must deal with the consequences

I take death to bed with me every night,

I sleep on murder.

Smothering-

feather grace-

Conquering-

take space-

It is too late and now I must deal with the lost senses

Under my head every night,

To be murdered.

Can't breathe-

replace-

I've screamed-

In lace-

I let it in, I didn't know-I had nothing at all-no defenses

I slept with fate every night

Wait for the murder.