Murder or Nightmare

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    Murder or Nightmare

    Bloodly handprints on the wall.
    Watch me, watch me as I fall.

    Body limp hits the floor.
    There is a knocking at the door.
    I bite my lip.

    My vision blurs, My speech is slurred.
    My body curls up on the ground.
    I only wish to be found.

    I'm sweaty and I'm really panting trying to catch my breath.
    The words gently chanting it was all a dream.
    My own visions come back to haunt me.
    "A dream" I think quietly to myself "But it seemed so real to me."
    My vision restored I walk out the door.

    But the fact remains was it all a dream or a product of reality to blame?
    My fate my friends and foes rests in your hands.
    All I say is goodnight where ever i may be.

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    DarkChi commented on Murder or Nightmare

    08-07-2009

    dark i like it. i beleived that it seemed like it was real yet a dream

    WordSlinger commented on Murder or Nightmare

    07-31-2009

    Interesting , actually I have experienced this , and it was messed up, the beginning was luring, and I got the point, I don't want to be there again, but it's coming again, lol

    WinterFrost commented on Murder or Nightmare

    07-29-2009

    Where have you gone Alfred Hitchcock your public needs you now

    kdavidscott1 commented on Murder or Nightmare

    05-24-2009

    I enjoyed this poem - Bloodly handprints on the wall. Watch me, watch me as I fall. Outstanding KD

    lordmret commented on Murder or Nightmare

    05-23-2009

    omg this was good. Very good actually. I love it but I love u more. hehe keep up the good work baby girl

    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

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