As I was resting, You covered me in layers upon layers, Of black sheets. Hoping to cover my soul, because it breaks your heart everytime you see it. As I was leaving, You gave me boxes, upon boxes, Of food. In an attempt to feed My curiosity, And keep me from coming back. As I was inhaling, you spoke to me with words, upon words, of reality. Turning me cold to the world, trying to shatter, my d r e a m s. [As I was concluding, you were about lying, upon lying, I realized, There is nothing bounding me to you Except the debt you owe, for breaking and losing my heart.] Weak ending, needs work. Any suggestions?