Weird dreams, are the ones I have every night after the tears
The ones in which they are covered with clothes so long and dark,
The ones in which I'm the one, watching from a distance, in the shadows of the walls...
Weirder they get every second after another and the darker it gets every time
Those figures don't seem to see me or maybe they choose to ignore ( who knows )
Stuck to the place I stand , my legs don't seem to move
Brain telling me to run away , my body betraying me by stopping my every move...
My eyes seem to be fixated on lifeless young bodies they carry , or so it seems
Drained from their colour , they lay , those bodies on the floor....
Then the figure in the back comes to the front to pay a kind of tribute
As it sits down to mourn the death of those who lay on the floor,
Sadness seems to fill the air and the tears fall from my eyes,
not knowing who those are that I'm crying for , but it seems so wrong not to...
Suddenly the mourning is replaced by the hoots of the figures, the fits of laughter seem to emerge ,
wiped the tears from my eyes as they clouded my sight ,
I saw the one that leaned on the floor cutting the heads of the bodies
The entire world seemed to stop as the laughter grew louder
the only sounds I could hear were that of the laughter and my own panicking heart...
I knew it was going to be just mere seconds before I was in their (bodies) place
The sweat dripping down my whole body, tried to calm myself to take my soon to be the last breath...
As I heard the sound of a similar voice calling from a distance, the voice soon grew louder and closer
I knew it was someone trying to wake me up before it was over ....
