ゆめ

I see the baby crying, balloons in the sky & the T.V. with no signal. And your voice doesn't sound like music in my ear. stunning my ears. the sound of the chopped off finger, the noisy silence in the room & the phone that don't stop ringing. The fly in the petrified food, the storm in the glass, the trick in the gift & the baby keep crying.
If it is a dream
wake me up
If it is real
just kill me.