Dreams

The sirens echoed off the walls,
The light shone throughout the street.
It was quiet in the great hall,
Except for my thunderous heartbeat.

The closer they got,
The more the panic rose.
They never believed that I forgot,
About some death caused by overdose.

They entered the great hall,
I caught my breath.
For me they called,
Inviting me to my death.

I never moved or made a sound,
As I remained unseen.
They started to search all around,
It wasn't long till I was seen.

It was harder to stay,
As they came closer.
They had come to take me away,
To a place of torture.

I didn't know what had happen,
All they wanted was my capture.
Everything I have forgotten,
So why do they call me a murderer?

There were glimpses of the past,
Of me having an ordinary life.
I would have loved it if it had last,
Except now all I see is a knife.

Every night I dream the same,
A knife of silver with many parts.
On it there is a name,
As it is plunged into a heart.

The name changes every night,
And screams echo through my brain.
Something blocked the light,
Reminding me to stay sane.

I came here for a reason,
And time was running out.
To find an explanation,
To clear all my doubts.

I couldn't let them find me,
Before finding the truth.
To find out who I used to be,
And lots of proof.

I managed to slip away,
Without being seen.
To continue my play,
And to escape my dreams.

By Shadows_01