Murder In My Dreams
Disturbing Thought, as I awaken in sweat,
Falling back asleep as I try to forget.
the raging murder scenes dancing in my head,
my parents, my siblings, all of them are dead.
my sister was strangled, bludgeoned with a book,
my brother's throat was cut, that's all that it took.
my mother was poisoned with cyanide and tea,
God! This is dreadful, Why didn't they kill me?
My father was shot twice in the head,
once in his chest, why all this blood shed?
I look a little closer, who could the killer be?
much to my astonishment, i found it to be me.
Awaking damp once more, breathing heavily,
what has happened here tonight, this must've been reality.
Copyright © Douglas Jones | Year Posted 2006
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