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I don't know how this could have happened
My mind was idle
you saw me in a completely different way
if I was really awake today
or any day.
Then along came the shouting from that muted mouth
with a gun held to my head.
The first drops of blood,
red on his lips,
and dripping down my neck
Still asleep,
I dream of dreaming
in my own coma.
Drowning was pleasant,
thank you.
It was the most beautiful nightmare.