I Dreamed A Dream

The white static light laid upon my blood smeared face as I slowly walked into the antiseptic-smelling hospital. My friend, Jim, lay motionless in my arms. His short brown hair hung sloppily upon his head; his blue eyes that were always filled with such curiosity, were now filled with the kiss of Death.

I looked at his pale olive face; it was smeared with blood. I held him so cautiously in my trembling, numbs; his slim silhouette was clad in a blood-ravaged T-shirt - blood speckled jeans, and shoes that were red with envy.

As I rushed him into the hospital, people gawked at us in horror then sadness.

"Damn fuckin' kids these days," some said. "Gettin' shot, beat up in the streets, facin' real fuckers - then losing the game - the game of life."

"Sad thing it is," others said. "Sad it is. Just another one of those hoodlums dead on the streets. Just another bum dead."

"Sadness has wept into the night," said the others, "and stolen another soul from this earth - this beautiful earth - mother Gaea, in all her seductive beauty."

I fell on the ground out of exhaustion and sadness, Jim falling out of my hands, crashing to the ground with me - the sound of souls combing into some euphoric beauty.

People scream for help. Their looks were not a much caring look, it was one of fear.

As the doctors and nurses rushed toward the macabre scene, a song slips it's way into my subconscious. This peculiar song was the same song that me and Jim had been listening to before the accident - before the world had gone to shit.

I can just hear the faint beat, but no words.

As the doctors come to put Jim and I on the stretcher, the words of the song finally breaks it's way trough the protective barriers of my subconscious.

I dreamed a dream of time gone bye
I dreamed a dream of a life worth living

THE END