I dream of dead people
Of maltractated bodies from the movies
Of grandmother
Of horses with their guts cut open
They are never frightening
Never more or never less
The most terrifying in my dreams
Is the manager I work for
He is schizophrenic
Like my Brother
Has black hair
And piercing eyes
Like my Brother
Sometimes I wake up
Wanting to be dead
I'd rather be a good dream
With paper thin skin
And loving hands
Than a living nightmare
With black hair
And penetrating eyes
**So I search for death
I feel like Dorian Gray