Dreams

The brief flash of a girl hiding in a corner The Execrable slicing sounds The copper taste of violence The sulfuric smell of decaying flesh The feel cool blade resting on the name of my neck You run through this maze of white walls You hear his echoing footsteps You taste your own fear rising up in you You feel a burning hatred scorching you You smell his fear-inducing odor And all I need is that cool hand at the small of my back To know that that is not reality that is the past