I had a terrible dream.
That's all that it was.
A terrible dream
but with a terrible buzz.

I remember waking up
trembling in sweat and fear
I remember waking up
almost screaming and in tears.

There was a heavy weight on my chest
so heavy was my breathing
it felt like drowning.

I felt as if I was drowning in hopelessness
and a tidal wave of emotions.
It was all coming crashing down upon me
as I lied there on my bed.

Do you know what the dream had said to me?

"I WISH I WAS DEAD..."
"I WISH I WAS DEAD..."

"...like the rest of them."

There I stood among the mountain of bloodied rubble and ashes
There I stood among the dead and the dying
broken bodies.
Mangled and lifeless
Of all ages and sizes,
Eyes empty and ghostly
and all of them
staring
at me.
And alone crying atop all of the wreckage
rubble, blood, carnage and bodies
sat a child.
As I approached with friends far behind,
I reached out a hand to comfort the child.
And he yelled with as much fury as one could have
at such a young age.
"I wish I was dead, just like the rest of them!"
He cried over and over again.
Broken, battered, bruised and bleeding he sat and cried.
Broken, battered, bruised and bleeding he sat...
and I died.

What a terrible dream
that's all that was.
Drenched in sweat, drowning in tears
frozen by fear
that's what a terrible dream does.