My Cellophane Dreams

my cellophane dreams
leave me stranded beneath
my eyes can see the light
my sight filled with grief

stagnant pools linger nearby
they sprout grim imaginings
they babble and brew
they shackle me in my coffin
around me a great poison grew

I want to awaken
I have lost the way out
the curtain still drawn
I hang on to your face
and wait for the dawn