No poetic device

I've been dreaming, I was lucid
I was dreaming blood was seeping from my pores
Who'd believe that it was all my own decision?
Cracked faces and medicated smiles
Set fire to my home before I turned and walked back in
For every needle open my chest and insert ten pins
I just anticipate what awaits when I awake
Break
I die in my daydreams.
The gardens have all been overgrown
I pushed my hand through the thorns just to crush the final rose
A deadly secret only I suffer to know
I can't eradicate what awaits when I awake
Break
I die in my daydreams