Painting in a dream Watch myself remade behind a screen Holding on tightly to Any kind of meaning that could bring Bringing in the red Carmine touching to a Monet scene Face contorted un Till I become the scream Close your eyes Pick a sky We might die I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues But I resign myself To Tarkovsky yellows and blues Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold? Unlikely given that I'm slowly declining to mould Holding so dearly to All the red of yesterday's bleeding Feed the beast inside To convince myself that I'm not dreaming Poetic renaissance Cloud 9, reaching up, I'm losing feeling Nobody touch me Or I could lose all meaning I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues But I resign myself To Tarkovsky yellows and blues Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold? Unlikely given that I'm slowly declining to mould Hear Psithurism in the painted breeze Realism rings true, I'm on my knees Hear your euphoric voice calling for me I reach out for you — serendipity I'd hoped to reach those Van Gogh hues But I resign myself To Tarkovsky yellows and blues Will I see myself as Klimt sees gold? Unlikely given that I'm slowly declining to mould Close your eyes Lose the sky We have died