A. F. I.

A. F. I. - 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 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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