AFI – 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.