The room was bathed in flowers
sobbing down stink and staining walls.
There you lay, sleeping. But void of that
innocent dreamlike smile.

Carelessly, you left candles burning.
I blew them harshly, hoping to wake you.
But you lay there, oblivious to
my trespass and interference.

Your constant slumber infuriated me.
I remember moving to strike you
and hitting a crucifix.
You weren't asleep at all.

Afterwards, returning home to remove 
Suits and masks, I met mother in
the kitchen. Angry that she lied.