THE NEXT DREAM
Another symbols appears.
Another sight.
This one haunts me.
My dream was white.
A bleaches white room.
Some red,
For a puddle of blood,
Lies under a girl.
A violent slash upon her,
Threw her mid section.
Dead.
No air coming in or out of her.
I fall to my knees,
Tears coming out of my face.
Why was I getting emotional over her?
She meant nothing to me.
Nothing what so ever.
I have never seen her until this point.
And yet the sight creates such strong emotions.
Then I hear a sound.
A creak of bones.
I look up,
She looks at me,
And yet she does not.
For she has no eyes.
Her mouth never moves.
And yet I hear a voice.
A clear as an instrument
She told me to forget,
Deny all I have ever been told.
Never believe anything you have been told.
All lies.
They will all destroy you.
Before I could ask why,
The alarm goes off.
The clockwork of madness begins again.
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