Thread: What Dreams May Come?

Standing there with knife in hand
you ask your self is taking this road
really worth it? , you walk over to the
unsuspecting soul and take whats not
yours and look down thinking this really
wasn't what you thought it would feel like.

Months go by and more lives are taken
and the numbness inside seems to only
grow as the question is not wither or not
its worth it , but is using just a knife really
making things easier for you , then comes
the insanity the motor of the chainsaw removes
the silence that you thought was dull.

many people die flesh torn from there
bones as you cut away laughing uncontrollable
blood splatter as you lick your lips , YES you think
to yourself as some blood splatters your face and you lick it
from your lips how wonderfully amazing this feels to your
imagination , things only seem to get better as the blade from
the saw never stops till you say.

you come too now and your at your friends house
and its total darkness from everyone sleeping and
realise you didnt kill anyway so you sigh wishing
it would have been real the fall to sleep with smile
knowing you can do it later when your not so lazy
and thus end your thoughts on killing or is that really
the end?

this poem is about how people dream about
some dark things be it killing others or just having
a nice day fishing but more than likely they will
have a dark dream thats others would call nightmares.

who knows that friend you let stay the night with you
dreams of killing you and your famly in a wicked way
then tell you something else so as not to panic you
dreams or nightmares can affect them in so many ways.

comments and sugestions are welcomed