This is a piece inspired by a dream I had several months ago.
I’ve been playing with it for quite some time now, it is now as is.
I may write another piece using the bits I cut from this one, it should be obvious who it’s based on!
Man of bleach, a negative Creep
Can’t see you every night I’m free
Paper cuts, at school, swap meet
Would you mind, I’d like to breathe?
Nevermind, there’s no more pain
One more lost soul on a plain
Just as you are, so glad you came
A little lithium to calm the brain
Serve the servants, royal tea
In Utero, she’s raping me?
And eyes me like a Pisces, weak
Locked in a heart-shaped box for weeks
To pretty songs, we’ll sing, it seems
But we don’t know what it means
What’s left behind? A legacy
I saw a dead man my dreams
Original Dark Poetry.
Copyright © Craig Detheridge.
2015 – 2018.
Watch it here! – Dead Man In My Dreams