No Poetic Device


I've been dreaming I was lucid I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision? Cracked faces and medicated smiles
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in
For even needle open my chest and insert ten pins
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake break
I die in my daydreams The gardens have all been overgrown
I pushed my hand through the thorns to crush the final rose
A deadly secret only I suffer to know I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake break
I die in my day dreams







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