Pillowed talk

What pillowed talk tells truth under them gems?

Lucid from stalk to stems

What patience has limelight between its head? 

Rabbit in the headlights, under your bed

So costly in furrowed throws, has hat man marching to padded gallows, only in first tho, never truly, merely a stones throw at the witch

The hooves that rattle, roil in sleep and force the bottle to mix with the kid down the street, counting the noise in his pockets and the lust in his feet

Yet broken, spry cup clenching ghouls cling to her breast, as I shall attest, as that love shirking disease dies young

What evil must I possess to cruelly duel this languid pest? Enough I guess

At my bequest you shall hang it, hollow in your hall, you bought this after all, or into it perhaps