AF1 - 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 every 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 just 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 daydreams.