I'm an insomniac, just like many other poets
And this lack of restful sleep is quite potent
I want to drift into dreams of puffy clouds
And puppies, cakes... murdering crowds?

Yes, my dreams are very violent
And the screams are never silent
I really do love them, though
I just wish I brought more ammo

The blood and death brings me peace
A bliss that's never matched when awake
Never do I desire for the killing to cease
Because for me it's sweeter than cheesecake

Maybe you think I should get therapy
But I tell you, for me, that's all heresy
And I'd suggest that you speak carefully
Or you'll end up in my sleeping barbarity