once again

as your eyes close,
and you slowly dose,
off to sleep,
your dream girl starts to weep,

in the absence of you,
not knowing what to do,
she starts to cut,
not to deep,

but vertically,
her veins split,
and her blanket is knit,
within the morgue,

you finally,
slip into fallacy,
the fake dream world,
but it seems so real,
without her,

now what should you do,
should you find her,
follow her,
its your only choice,

your choking,
on your voice,
and next thing you know,
your asleep at your funeral,

dreaming of her,
once again