In my dreams I wreak havoc
Tearing down walls,
And never rebuilding them.
I cause pain,
Anguish,
Torment,
Blood,
Bruising,
More blood…
And I walk away,
Not worrying about the pieces left scattered.
In my dreams I am the destroyer
Of all things good and joyful.
The destruction doesn’t make me happy,
But it doesn’t upset me.
The annihilation of all things good
Just is
It’s who I am.
In my dreams I am impassive
and uncaring.
The vibrancy of life has been depleted,
The passion
The elation
The ecstasy.
It’s all just a blur of greys,
Bored eyes,
Heavy eyelids.
In my nightmares I am surrounded by blood.
By pain, and death, and hate, and screams.
In my nightmares I am not me.
This is not me.
This is not me.
This is not me.
This is not real.
