I dream of death

Here I go again.
Making a new entry.
I dream of death.
Can you catch the irony?
I dream of dying.
But sleeping never lasts.
My nap comes to an end.
And fantasy regretfully pasts.
I want to die horribly,
Calmly, peacefully, uncertainly.
I want to be taken-
So blame me, yea, that's easy.
School is so vast, painful.
Hurt lives around every corner.
But knowing I'll have to repeat
This day is my true horror.
I dream of death
While I lay on my wooden desk.
The teacher calls my name
That's right, we have a test.
I grab my number two
But the point breaks itself.
Blood takes the course of lead
Rich in purity and in wealth.

-sighs-
Here I go again.
Spewing utter nonsense.
How can a pencil bleed?
It just makes no sense.
I lay back on my desk,
Trying to forget I'm alive.
but breathing is hard to forget.
It's a rule I'm force to abide by.

-sigh-
I dream of death.
I dream of falling doves.
I dream of crumpling clouds.
I dream of lack of love.

-looks to the window-
The sky is so free.
There's no one to restrain.
It breathes like it's happy.
So blue and so tame.
The clouds hover along it.
Friends, I'd guess, no doubt.
So where are my clouds?
Oh that right, I have no mouth.
I don't talk very much.
So how can they get to know me?
I dream of death.
That's why, I have no personality.
I lay back on my desk.
And I dream of death some more.
Sorry this was real short.
Wake me if I snore.