This is a about a the nightmares that I sometimes still have about a particularly painful moment in my life. Words were what I used to get through the emotions that were clogging my soul, threatening to finish the job he started. Getting it out of my heart and soul, cleanses me and makes the next nightmare not so bad.
Trapped in a virtual nightmare
Once again caught unaware
Pain comes rushing in with the night
Throat constricts in fright
Palms begin to sweat
Reliving the night death I met
The cold brutal death of my mind
Laid to rest parts of me sweet and kind
Birthed a sea of pain and endless fear
Wondered if actual death was near
Cried out in wordless terror
Prayed someone had made an error
Yet no one heard the sounds I made
Neither did the nightmare fade
On and on it went
Until his horrible hunger was spent
There I lay broken and bruised
My body and spirit horribly abused
Will this always be my fate
Repeating his ritual of hate?
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