i tear out my eyes
and i picture myself
in a wonderful dream.
i rise from the rot

and the green of decay
and i speak to the folk
thousand of sods
who have risen like me.

they’ve all lost their head
can’t hear what i say
since thought was their burden
while rotting away.

i wake up from dreaming
there was nothing to say
i acknowledge my waking
there is nothing to say

it’s a dream anyway.

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