You gave me nightmares, after all these years, you gave me nightmares.
Wasn't it enough what you did to me in the real world, do you now have to repeat it in my mind, in my soul, over and over again, every single night?
Someone might ask; "what was the worst?". And the answer to that is the mind.
The worst is always the mind.
The body, the body you can stand, the body is your fort.
A body is easily repaired.
But the mind, oh the mind, you crucified my mind.
My mind is now bleeding, suffering and screaming behind a mask, a mask that I can never take of. Never to be removed.
And after all that you gave me nightmares, and to you I hope nightmares will come, that they will come creeping after your back every night, and you will start screaming silently in you head, since my mind is cursed by you, I hope yours will be by me, and that you'll always remember what you did.
Remember what you did, in your mind, and in your soul.
YOU ARE READING
A sort of poetry.
PoetryThis is my works that might, and might not be called poetry. Things that floats around in my head and happens to be remembered and written on some paper.
