Thoughts progress through my mind
A subtle train with elements of love, wisdom and care
Yet crashing through, it always seems
Come hijackers to perverse my dreams.
I am torn by vivid images of past
Of what I had and what I lack.
Nightmarish fiends, they scorn my life!
This hellish torment, it critiques my stride.
And so my wounds become soaked in blood
Blood of tears shed so long ago
Disturbing dreams, they remind of...
Remind me of what ways I have died.
And now, in screaming agony silent
I wake in sweat and darkness subsides.
©HolloTriks Inc 2006