The Cut

The cut runs deep
The blood runs red
Is it a wound severe?
Or am I dead?
Liquid crimson
Spills to the floor
I felt the pain once
But not anymore
Was it my cut?
Was it my hand?
Was it someone who hated me?
Or didn't understand?
Who pulled this darkness
Over my eyes?
How I was lost in all those cruel lies
My life was hard
My mind was tough
Or so I thought
Was it not enough?
The shadow comes
My body falls
I see no ceiling
I see no walls
Everything shatters
Like breaking glass
I'm so afraid
I'm shaking now
A dark figure stands
But I cannot run
His breath upon my neck
Says, "It's just begun!"
I try to scream aloud
But my voice will not speak
His skeletal bodies cold
And of the dead he reeks
I push, I pull, I struggle
With all my strength and might
I open my eyes to see
Only my room at night
Through my window
The pale moon is shone
There's blood stained
On the carpet
But I am all alone
After making sure my window
And door are shut
I walk into the bathroom
So I can address the cut