• A Life of Nightmares

    It hurts.
    I cannot see anything.
    The blood ran into my eyes,
    and blinded me.
    Who is that?
    The one who's holding me?
    Why is there so much pain?
    My hands fly to my sides.
    He's stabbed me.
    Nothing I can do,
    but wait to die,
    there in his arms.
    The blood burns,
    as it soaks my skin.
    And then,
    I wake up.
    Seeing familliar surroundings eases my heart.
    But as I touch my side...
    the blood's still there.
    How?
    The laugh...
    The demonic, howing laughter...
    and the hand on my shoulder.
    To this day,
    I ask.
    What thing touched me?
    What thing laughed?!