As She Authored *

Toe-curling

My toes curled.

I'm laying on my side, facing nothing but darkness.

I was woken up by a dream;

Where I was the reason of everyone's death. And my death.

I woke up, I woke up panting.

I didn't scream because I was used being mute; I'm not, for I was blessed with voice but I chose to be silent with what I'm going through.

All that I saw from that heart stopping dream,

I mean nightmare, was blood. Red.

I was hysterical, I was a mad woman loving the feeling of adrenaline.

I became a psychopath. And I didn't know what to do.

I became the opposite of what I show.

I was who and what I feel every damn day on my dream. During the duration of my nightmare I feel so...

Free.

But I hated it at the sametime. For I murder. I kill.

Then I realized, I didn't died because I killed thousands,

I died because of guilt.

At least I knew I could still feel. I knew I was wrong.

I woke up with my arms up, palm to palm with my toes-curling.

Breathless,

But through and through I still manage to think;

"I still have hope. I just need to find my purpose. Again"

-ipobtinalla