The Pure Night and Spotlight

As I handed my card to you,

(Whose words and letters were meaningless too)

I saw you frown in anticipation,

For what surely would be my decapitation.

That night, when I closed my eyes,

I felt the feeling of fear arise.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I turn around and there I see,

Spotlight patiently waiting for me.

I’m his lost doll, splitting at the seams;

Until I realize I’m locked in my dream.

After I finally push my way out,

With Spotlight following, learning to panic and shout,

I wake up suddenly and feel something loose.

I look down, and I’m wearing a noose.