Visions

I see visions that aren’t very pretty; I see visions of torture and pain, I see myself huddled and crying I see crimson that stains where I lay I see my life bleeding before me Please take this vision away A vision I hold in my mind A vision of just what may be I pray to whatever’s above me That this vision does not come to be Open eyes soon shut again Only to live out a dream Some of the visions are lovely Some of them just cause me to scream The visions are becoming closer, I feel them and smell them and taste, I know they are piling onto me because I lived out the last 3 months in haste I don't care if I hurt you with these words, and I can't keep them inside of me My savior is to open my mind, close my eyes, say a prayer, and let them free.