Revengeful Sleep

These dreams, they scare me They fully control me. They prevent me from moving. And silence all my screams. The screams I see They never leave me. For even when I walk In the shadows those screams they follow me. I fear sweet slumber. I fear its perilous test. Its shakes me to my bone. And frightens me like a pest. As my eyes close In that bodily need to rest. My hands start trembling. And my heart starts to fret. For once again I know There will be murder. There will be gore. Death as we see it And death as I know. Such a bloody scene it seems to be. So angry and such ill fate So much blood I refuse to see. Blood on the floor and blood soaking my soul. A violator, a bloodthirsty killer. A revengeful sister. A knife. A nail. A sharp object of many a face. A stabbing pain A chilling scream My racing heart Echoing her dying dream. The end is it? So does it seem. Fooled and deluded In joy so repulsively. Just as I think This horror will end. Once again, she comes around To continue this vicious circle Of death, stealing sleep BY Amanda.M.Miller