painted murder on the wall   footsteps coming down the hall   to the window through the blinds   run away but i still      hear the footsteps   closing in again   this time the plane is going down   double over get ready      i’m allergic to the light   and the darkness brings me fight   through the peephouse i saw   the suicidal neighbors      they turned the doorknob   came in again   someone sleeping in my bed   closed my eyes and      i had a dream inside a dream   i woke so many times   i don’t know if i’m awake   jam the forceps in my eyes      keep them open through the night   listen to a grating voice   the night speaks it says   “hey” to morning       “it’s great to meet again   out of bed you sleepyhead”   i had a dream inside a dream   i woke so many times   i don’t know if i’m awake