The Dream

I had a dream, a dream I said

A bloody dream in which I said:

"I'm not dead, oh dead"

I lie awake until I sleep, I see the sky tear, and then it weeps.

I was scared.

So scared.

The dream, it seems, is peeking, into real life.

The sun can't burn, the dream, from my eyes.

The dream, seeking, peeking, real life.