All The Short Stories

Angst - My Nightmare

In a slumber where no one can wake me from

The scent of her skin still haunts my lungs 

The demon twitched in his sleep, clutching at the blankets and pillows. His slumber had recently been very fitful and he often woke up in screams or cries. He was trapped in a recurring nightmare and it happened every night. The nightmare seemed to go on for weeks at a time when really, in reality, it would only be a few hours. Just until the harsh sunlight shone through the window and cast it's glare onto his face.

Where the moon never leaves her eyes

Here's a toast to another endless night -

It's a feeling in my bones

A carousel for two that no ones knows

In the nightmare, the demon spun his lover around, he wearing a tux. He chuckled softly, listening to the other's joyus laughter as it rang through the large marble ballroom. He dipped the other, a hand resting at the small of their back and the other raised to lightly touch their cheek. He leaned down to place a small and gentle kiss upon their lips, feeling their arms raise to wrap around his neck. The taste of bile lingered in the back of his throat when he pulled away, to see no one was in his arms except empty space.

What a twist 

When we kiss I feel sick 

Any moment I could wake without your lips-

My paradise

Is stripped and I'm weak 

The male sat awake, sitting halfway on the edge of his bed with his feet pressed firmly against the cold hard-wood floor. HIs elbows rested on his knees, his torso leaning forward so his hands could tangle desperately in his ruffled, blonde hair. A soft huff escaped him as he slid his fingers free, sitting upright. 

You'll never know How much it kills me 

-Every time I close my eyes

I dream that you're still here 

This is, this is my nightmare

A small choked sob escaped the male, causing his chest to bounce at the harsh and unexpected sound that burst from his lips. He dreamt of them yet again. That damned nightmare! He stood, his body shaking as he picked up a picture, glaring at the sight of him and his past lover. With a snarl, he threw it, hearing the frame and the glass cover shattering. A scream of frustration erupted from him as he tilted his head back, almost as if his cries could reach the heavens.