No Poetic Device

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