Thursday, April 9, 2009

kradARkrad

The saw chips and chunks fly in every direction
blood oozing flooding her flesh
the images inscribed in my mind
wont go away as hard as I try
tears streaming my face
this blade cuts my steak like butter
at night I see her hangin by a thread
with a gunshot to the head
hand layin on the floor dead
awake in a cold sweat
wont fall back asleep for fear that it will come true
these dreams too dark for a child
should still have monsters under the bed
gotta get this living nightmare outta my head
It’s been four years
and the clocks still ticking
yet I'm here waiting
scared I lay my head on my pillow at night
wondering if it will start again…..

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