Crimes Committed During Slumber: Chapter One

by Marquesas   Jul 30, 2012

I wake in a panic
My sheets damp with cold sweat
Feels like I am laying in my own blood
Dreams of my death haunt me every night
A death brought about by my own hands
I walk to the shower to wash away the evidence
The crime I witnessed during slumber lingers
Me stabbing myself over and over
No kind of emotion on my face, no pain, no anger
Looking at my reflection, I see a stranger
What am I doing here alone in the dark
I walk the busy streets
Alive with individuals of every influence
I wonder if any feel like me sometimes
Hollow, dead inside, an empty shell
I need reason, purpose, a guiding hand
Before I devour what is left of my humanity
I am my worst enemy, but who is my greatest ally


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  • 5 years ago

    by Kate

    Well, yeah. Many people do so definitely not alone mr.fireman ;P

    But yeah, you expressed this beautifully. i mean.... I got nothing to say.

  • 5 years ago

    by Owner of an Untamed Heart

    5/5 great job. I loved the suspense.