BLOODY NIGHTMARE

The blood poured down the walls like rain.

I keep seeing this over and over as if a nightmare I can’t seem to wake from.

Is it a memory? Or have I finally gone insane?

I shake myself out of the scattered memories of my mind once again.

I was there, she was there. But in my sanest moments it’s as if neither of us were ever there.

A chill washes down my spine. Why oh why am I thinking of this now.

What significance does it hold in my life after all these years.

I feel it is just there at the edges of my mind. Just waiting for it to make sense of it all.

Until then, I guess I will just have to cope with this bloody dream, this… Bloody nightmare.

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