No Poetic Device
I've been dreamingI was lucidI was dreaming blood was seeping from my poresWho'd believe that it was all my own decision?Cracked faces and medicated smilesSet fire to my home before I turned and walked back inFor every needle, open my chest and insert ten pinsI just anticipate what awaits when I awake, breakI die in my daydreamsThe gardens have all been overgrownI pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final roseA deadly secret only I suffer to knowI can't eradicate what awaits when I awake, breakI die in my daydreams