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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