7.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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