19 December 2012
Am I dreaming?
The rain…
Is beating against
My adolescent mind.
It’s Dark…
I feel a chill…
Caressing my spine.
I don’t know where it’s coming from.
Screams…
Mourning…
From something unknown.
I can’t make out the cries.
Females…
I can’t be dreaming.
Wait…
I’m awake!
I’m a man!
My eyes are opened wide.
The screams…
Are from my victims.
Blood on my hands.
From crushed hearts.
And not by my doing only.
My assumed to be dream…
Are reflections of my childhood.
It started from Mom…
Then so on & so on
I guess that’s where the darkness started…
How long can this go on.
Reflect • Opuss № I