Nightmare
He is a crazed individual
His look dark and so sinister
He grinned as he stared
And shoved the knife into her
He pulled it out slowly
Starts caressing her hair
Her voice muffled she screams
But she is tied to a chair
He plunges it in once more
Her pain is so intense
He has lost all control
Stabbing her again and again
Long after she's dead
He keeps going and going
The husband wakes up
Was knocked out and not knowing
That a killer broke in
And tied them both up
Now he sees his wife there
Dead and covered in blood
The sick man looks over
He stares down his victim
He contemplates on what
He wants to do with him
Now he is exhausted
He killed her with confidence
He can't leave two bodies
The cops can't catch on to this
So he stabs the husband
Clean sraight through the chest
He doused them in gas
Pulled a match from his vest
With one swift motion
Match lights on first strike
He sets them a blaze
And runs off in the night
He goes over the events
That had just taken place
He will never forget
The horrid look on her face
Later that next day
In the mirror he stares
And suddenly it hits him
That was just a nightmare
Written 1-30-19
This poem has gotten mixed reviews. It is not a person nightmare of mine. Complete fictional story I wrote. When I write the pen has a mind of its own. What the end result is, is what I leave on paper. This one gives me chills every time I read it. I had to share it it. Writing should move you it more ways that one. Suspense isn't bad now is it??
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