In the dream I had last night-
in between the ebbs of light
where nothing’s wrong and nothing’s right
someone died again.
They keep dying, in my dreams
the people that I love, they seem
to melt away by silver beams
each moon’s bloody vein.
I awoke with swollen eyes
and with breath that couldn’t help but sigh
relieved that there are no goodbyes
no more stinging pain-
but the darkness still remained
and of the morning sunshine I’ve been drained
because the knowledge that I’ve gained
That in my sleep, I’d killed them.