I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
my heart was a cigarette burn on a reel film
a hole that keeps on growing until there is nothing
the screen is white, the theater is dead
my visions have left me, its like the bleeding man said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
I thought he was a great man because he talked in rhyme
just like the old poems before they got all artsy fartsy
but he died in the theater chocked on popcorn and bullets
my eyes like something, not like eyes I look away
when I left the theater the world was made of metal
rusty corroded metal, the air tasted like battery acid, corpses
and something sweat but not pleasant
and as I tried to go over the events in my head
all I could hear is what the butterflies said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
through the city I walked, the streets were vaguely organic
but I couldn't tell you how there were no cars, no people to drive them
nothing alive, except for me I wonder. It took awhile an hour, a year, whatever
and I finally reached the city limits and the country was on fire and full of monsters.
so I had to turn around and go to back to the theater through a city of death,
my legs were tired but I remember what mother said.
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
when I got back to the theater. the theater wasn't there
instead there was a house I knocked on the door and the door opened
and I walked inside, it was nice. the flowers and the pots were fresh
and I smelt cookies baking in the kitchen
the wallpaper was red except for the black writing, which of course said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
the room nodded its approval
hello someone called
hello I called back
Ive been expecting you
Ive been expecting me to
you are my favorite you are my son
you are my only, the only damned one worth his wait
in love in hate, close the door dear its getting late
for your death it is almost time.
why do you always speak in rhyme?
speak in rhyme dear? here we always do
speak a few words and you will see that it is true.
so I spoke
I can still remember when I learned how to forget again
but I forgot to remember how to remember what I forgot just now
but I do recall but even then I forgot to remember to forget again
but if indeed I forgot to forget then why cant I remember it.
I was confused but the human took my hands and sat me down
and picked up a book called night and together we read
I liked the story because on every page it said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
my heart was a cigarette burn on a reel film
a hole that keeps on growing until there is nothing
the screen is white, the theater is dead
my visions have left me, its like the bleeding man said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
I thought he was a great man because he talked in rhyme
just like the old poems before they got all artsy fartsy
but he died in the theater chocked on popcorn and bullets
my eyes like something, not like eyes I look away
when I left the theater the world was made of metal
rusty corroded metal, the air tasted like battery acid, corpses
and something sweat but not pleasant
and as I tried to go over the events in my head
all I could hear is what the butterflies said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
through the city I walked, the streets were vaguely organic
but I couldn't tell you how there were no cars, no people to drive them
nothing alive, except for me I wonder. It took awhile an hour, a year, whatever
and I finally reached the city limits and the country was on fire and full of monsters.
so I had to turn around and go to back to the theater through a city of death,
my legs were tired but I remember what mother said.
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
when I got back to the theater. the theater wasn't there
instead there was a house I knocked on the door and the door opened
and I walked inside, it was nice. the flowers and the pots were fresh
and I smelt cookies baking in the kitchen
the wallpaper was red except for the black writing, which of course said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight
the room nodded its approval
hello someone called
hello I called back
Ive been expecting you
Ive been expecting me to
you are my favorite you are my son
you are my only, the only damned one worth his wait
in love in hate, close the door dear its getting late
for your death it is almost time.
why do you always speak in rhyme?
speak in rhyme dear? here we always do
speak a few words and you will see that it is true.
so I spoke
I can still remember when I learned how to forget again
but I forgot to remember how to remember what I forgot just now
but I do recall but even then I forgot to remember to forget again
but if indeed I forgot to forget then why cant I remember it.
I was confused but the human took my hands and sat me down
and picked up a book called night and together we read
I liked the story because on every page it said
I dreamed of you last night bathed in sunlight