I had a dream.
I was scratching my eyes out.
I was breaking my arms.
I was cutting my ears off.
I was hurting.
But I remember being happy.
I can still feel the pain buried in my psyche.
But the joy no more.
Now that I'm awake,
I have to see the fingers you're pointing at me.
Now that I'm not asleep,
I have to punch at the walls again.
Now that I'm not dreaming,
I have to hear the words you say.
Now that I'm alive,
I have to carve myself up again.
If anyone asks me,
I'd rather be trapped in that mutilating nightmare for eternity
Than spend another night with you.