Sleeping spinning,
Into abnormal dreams,
Of flying things,
That no one can understand.

And waking,
Time and time again,
To only find the darkness,
And distant street lights.

A car door shuts somewhere,
And you're plunged,
Back into the icy dreams,
To sleep off the nightmares.

A cold dagger,
Presses at your wrists,
A dark stranger,
Shilouheted against twilight skies.

You try to scream,
But a warm hand,
Covers your whimpering mouth,
Then a sharp pain.

You feel the sticky blood,
Running across your hand,
Like all those lies,
That flow from you.

Again, you wake,
A cold sweat this time,
Distant street lights,
A car door slams.

 
Copyright © amberismyenergy, All Rights Reserved