A Lurking Dream - Krohm

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