Insanity: The Third Dream

THE THIRD DREAM
I close my eyes,
Searching my mind,
For whatever answers I can find.
None seem to form.
I think about closing the door.
And lately,
I think of it more.
And I am loosing my mind!
More so then ever.
I fall asleep.
Another dream I have.
This one shocks me.
For I saw myself,
And two threes in the air.
I look around.
None of this makes sense to me.
I talk to myself.
But when he turned his head,
Eyes of darkness,
Eyes of fire
Is what I see.
His mouth opens,
He utters something.
I do not understand it.
A different tongue.
I ask myself what it means.
Then I see the threes.
They glow in a color I have never seen.
They then turn into sixes.
I start thinking:
The red six on the cloth,
Theses two sixes.
Six-six-six.
The devil’s code.
But why me?
What did my clone say?
In my dreams,
My head starts to hurt.
I fall to my knees,
Screaming
Then I am sucked out.
I lay in sweat.
In my bed.
One thing on my mind:
The translation of what he said.
Believe everything you have been told.