Thread: Reality?

1 am and I'm still up , the creek in
the floor ,the scrape on the wall,
blood coming from the wall's ,is it real?
or is it a dream i do not know, shadows
talk to me now.

Screams are heard ,blood splatters
to the wall, brain particles seen flying
in the air ,the smell of blood that has
been sitting there for a while as the
hours pass from the horror that could
have been then again might not have.

Voices telling me it will be OK , the head
ache goes away ,the haziness goes away
as i sit at the table laughing out loud as thoughts
cross my mind that would seem insane to most
but make since to me.

Heavy breathing, glowing eyes , drool from
the mouth , the foul stench of hell , it comes
for me now or am i sleeping still in my bed?,
i look up nothing is there ,cold chills go down
my back, as i wonder if i will live or die.

Day's pass as sit there dreaming or am i? as the laughter
of madness surrounds me and the door closes and never again
do i see freedom as the tears of hate look down to me for the thing's
i did or did i? there body's being torn asunder as the beast Lay's in wait
or was it me?

this poem is about how reality can be a double edged sword
for those who loose there sanity and cant tell whats real
or not . All most like a nightmare but it's not because its real
what they do. comments and suggestions welcomed