I dream of things that are wonderfully bad and terribly good. Things you can never think of. Things I never thought of before. Things my mind refuses to remember, and my body refuses to forget.
I can forget the places. The where, the when. But I can never forget the why, and the what, and the how. I wake up with the ghost of a bruise everywhere. My heart is racing; I'm terrified. My body is moving before my mind is even awake and I'm suddenly sitting on my bed ready to pounce on whatever decides to move near me.
Why did I wake up? What am I doing? Why does everything hurt? I remember screaming then nothing at all. The dream swirls away like water down a drain. I lay back down shaking from an unknown cause. I pull the covers up to my ears hoping the blanket will protect me from him.
I bolt up again. Why did I think that? Where did that come from. Then a voice whispers in my head. He's found you, Kieran. He knows where you are and he's pissed. He's coming for you. He's right behind you. Watching. Waiting for you to remember...
Then I'm waking up. I don't remember going to sleep, but I remember the voice. It's the only thing I remember. But the one thing I do know is that He's coming for me. And He'll find me. And when he does, I'll remember. And when I do remember - the things I dream at night, the memories my mind has hidden, the fear I know today- everything....someone will die. But will it be me again? Or will things finally change?
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Meh I might finish this later or something. Niighnt.
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Random Poetry and Writings
RandomThis is just a collection of poems I write with maybe some short little stories added in there for shiggles. For the sleepless nights, the lonely nights, the arty nights, and all in between.
