This Is a Death Dream

Lyrics

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 death-like moves Others saw them and sometime later expressed horror as they left Or escaped