"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.