dreamed i killed god

Sometimes i find myself dreaming,
dreaming i was six feet under,
finally dreaming a dreamless dream.
Dead was he, me i mean;
I had no you in me, no black yellow mean streak.
Little pretty girl, never left me alone,
up until that day, not a day went by
that i didn't hear her sweet cherry lips
drawing close to mine.
Damn my bloody mind,
Darn the way i think i feel