I dream in violence, sounds, and
colors all twisted to mock.
Like a movie, I cannot stop.
History and Facts, dreams
all become real.
A girl screams, as she chops her own
fingers off.
To save her life.
She turns to me, as does,
The Man who will kill us both.
She was too late.,
I am still alive.
Screaming as I run,
old metal, gray miles of
industry.
I hide, I pray, "No God"
is all I hear, and I cry.
He hunts, my ghost,
my memory, he is fear.
I wake screaming, sweating.
I am assaulted by my overly cheerful pink room.
hosed down in a five year olds peptro bismol color.
The night light, pictures.
I am safe,
For now.
The mangled girl watches,
From behind my eyes.
We both know it's only time,
that tick tick tick tock
sound.
"No God, times running out."
There is hope,
There is faith.
But Time is running out.
The girl is already fading,
is she dead?
Why do I feel so empty>
Shivers of his face,
Dark eyes, no hair,
he looks like everyone else;
but he wants to kill me.
Is he real, is he fear?
There are no answers
in the dark.
