A Lurking Dream

From a dream I made you, in that restless night 



From whence I crawled into your sight 



Above the door, under your bed 



I am all things that make you dead 



The lurking madness of thoughts blood red 



An insect's nest inside your head 



Remember me when you feel joy 



The faintest love I shall destroy 



Remember me, in every dream 



For I am you, not what you seem 



I am what makes the flesh you feel 



There is no difference in what is real