This Is a Death Dream

	This is a death dream
	In the daytime
	I go to the cemetery buildings
	In search of books
	And never do I find the right one
	I just browse through death books
	When it seems the ones I want are out
	In the night time I go with friends to the cemetery
	And the entire time concerns
	Carousings and adventures within the cemetery
	But all others are insincere and even silly
	Some figures predominate and I compromise my
	Especial meeting to go with them
	I always attempt to get some of these friends to go with me
	But they are afraid
	It seems I do not want to go alone
	And leave each successive night with hopes for
	Tomorrow's daytime excursion to the cemetery
	Last time I was particularly upset
	Despair that the right books will never be there
	Because people will not bring them back and
	My reliance is weak
	I should find a way to require that which I want
	Of special interest in the dream is the night time attraction
	Of particular growing things
	Which previously were cultivated in horror with another
	In the night wanderings I attempt to get back to these to encounter horror
	But they â" others are afraid or silly
	And one or two are not
	But show me replicas which are not the same
	This I know and am disappointed
	Earlier for interest I had a wine bottle
	Weird death monsters approached and I admitted them
	As they filed past into my house
	Not the bedroom where others were
	They danced in the living room
	Extremely macabre and death-like moves
	Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left
	Or escaped

	This is a death dream
	In the daytime
	I go to the cemetery buildings
	In search of books
	And never do I find the right one
	I just browse through death books
	When it seems the ones I want are out
	In the night time I go with friends to the cemetery
	And the entire time concerns
	Carousings and adventures within the cemetery
	But all others are insincere and even silly
	Some figures predominate and I compromise my
	Especial meeting to go with them
	I always attempt to get some of these friends to go with me
	But they are afraid
	It seems I do not want to go alone
	And leave each successive night with hopes for
	Tomorrow' s daytime excursion to the cemetery
	Last time I was particularly upset
	Despair that the right books will never be there
	Because people will not bring them back and
	My reliance is weak
	I should find a way to require that which I want
	Of special interest in the dream is the night time attraction
	Of particular growing things
	Which previously were cultivated in horror with another
	In the night wanderings I attempt to get back to these to encounter horror
	But they " others are afraid or silly
	And one or two are not
	But show me replicas which are not the same
	This I know and am disappointed
	Earlier for interest I had a wine bottle
	Weird death monsters approached and I admitted them
	As they filed past into my house
	Not the bedroom where others were
	They danced in the living room
	Extremely macabre and deathlike moves
	Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left
	Or escaped