I hate people. I'm going to become a vampuric werewolf. And yet, I fear the night... I fear it because that's when
he comes to visit me. Soon he will come for me once and for all, and on that night I will have to learn to embrace the darkness...
My Dream
At night when I dream
Happy dreams you would think, but no
Darkness so deep
Nothing can I see
Hands ice cold
Wrapped around my throat
Voice deep and mean
It says I’ve got you
Now you belong to me
Your life shall be in darkness
No light will touch your skin
Learn to look through the night
If you wish to see again
He slowly turns me around
He says “only me can you see”
His skin is white as snow
His hair a blackened sea
His eyes are blood red coals
That shine as he looks at me
His smile is cold and cruel
He quickly pulled me close
Hard muscles on my stomach
Tight chest against my breast
His hand holds to my head
His fingers my hair caress
The touch is surprisingly soft
As if what he touches is most dear
He tilts my face towards his
And looks into my eyes
He bends and kisses my lips
I slowly close my eyes
Then quickly they open as I wake
I sit straight up in bed
A cold sweat covers my body
I sigh, “It was a dream”
But even while I’m awake
I feel his breath on my cheek
My lips feel warm and yet numb
I can hardly breathe
Was is as real as it seemed
I don’t know and never will
But maybe, just maybe
He is waiting for me to come to him
And when I do
I won’t dream anymore
For my dream will be real life
I know it isn't a normal poem. There's no rhyme scheme, the beat is funky, and it was literally thrown together at like three in the morning after I had the freaking dream for the twelfth night in a row! AND after I wake up from that stupid dream I can't go back to sleep. So, twelve nights of maybe 3-5 hours of sleep. YAY! I love remembering that time, and what sleep I did get was not restful. He left me alone for a while after if wrote the poem, but now he's back and he's making me pay for my small respite.
The worst part is; I'm starting to see him during the day as well. I was performing in a Christmas concert the other night. I was on stage but the lights were dimmed on me so that the focus would be on another performance. I was looking into the crowd, and I thought I saw a man standing in the back corner of the auditorium. When I focused on the man's face, IT WAS HIM! He smiled at me and waved. Then he disappeared after I blinked my eyes. I must have looked pretty shocked since the girl next to me pulled on my sleeve to get my attention and gave me a worried look. I smiled the best I could, but I don't think she was convinced. Tell you what; I was scared crapless when I walked to my car afterwards, alone, in the dark, at like midnight.
In my dream that night, and ever since then, there is something different. He touches my throat softly with his fingers before he bends down and kisses my Adam's apple. He then worked his way up to my mouth and the dream continues as usual from there. It's scary.
