Resting peacfully,
Dreaming of innocence....
Then things begin to twist,
Day turns to night,
Childhood delight fades,
Terror ensues.

Her nightly nightmares strike again.
This time the flesh is cut from her muscles,
By her own hand.
Its punishment for last nights dreams,
Of the brutal murder and dismemberment of
All those she holds near her heart.
By her own hand lives are ended.

She slices deeply, evenly,
Strawberry lines form,
Dripping her life away.
She slices slowly away her flesh,
Pulling it from the muscle and bone as she goes.
Ruby fluid now falls quickly to the floor
In her white walled room.

Her once lover and once brother find her,
Shes still bleeding and whimpering softly,
No control over her actions....
They approach her,
She stops the making of her trophy skin,
Steel flashes her fallen love stares in disbelief
Her blade embedded in her old brothers ribs.
Cherry liquid upon her blade....
She turns to her old love,
Sorrow in her eyes,
Knowing what she will do
And having no choice....
She plunges the quicksilver within her hands,
Meeting the flesh of his throat.
Shredding it, not stopping as it peirces
Gasping windpipe, pulsing artery,
Electronic signals through nerves
Surounded by bone,
Peirced he falls.

She stands and takes up her captor and her release,
And finishes her prize kill.
She stands, naught but bone and muscle,
Tendons straining, ruddy rivers eminating.
She falls, smile upon her fleshless face.
She made herself pay for their pain.
But this will only last till her next murder.....
At least she cant live long enough to kill again.

She wakes,
Cold sweat upon her brow,
Drops of her bodys ocean flowing down her face.
Her body racks, silent sobs ensue.
She curls upon herself,
Suffering from her nightly nightmare,
Hoping against hope that they never come to be.


*** This is an actual dream that used to plague me almost every other night,
I wrote this in the hope that it would help these nightmares cease.***
 
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