I've awakened again, believing every tainted illusion was real.
Effecting the rest of my day, I even struggle to eat my break-fest meal.
I feel weak, and guilty inside, this time the hill is far to steep,
Am I really a killer?, did I really put someone into never endless sleep?
I sit outside on a bench watching the setting of the sun,
All I can think of is if they will catch me for what I may have done,
I want to confess and turn myself in,
But the punishment is to harsh, it is wearing my hope thin,
I want to make this right and find a way to make some sort of amends,
But even now my mind is blank,Due to my weariness and the suspense,
I go to bed once more, unable to close my eyes,
Laying in bed for endless hours,And the sun begins to rise,
Just that same day, at the crack of dawn,
I receive a phone call from my little victim friend,
Not even listening him,But now I realize how far my twisted thoughts have gone,
My little corrupt mind has to come to a end,
I take a gun and point it at my head,
I have no final wish, I begin to squeeze the trigger soon to be dead,
I take one last breath as my body begins to shake,
I pull the trigger, just to see that this dream was also fake,
I get up out of my bed, to see that everything is fine
But I still have that cold feeling that is shriveling up my spine,
I've had dreams like this, which came after my ex had passed away. It's such a beautiful poem. The image in this was so powerful that made me believe I was in this nightmare. The rhyming and flow fit just right. Great job!