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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
Copyright ©
Amanda Miller
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