I once had a dream Though I’m not even sure if it’s a dream
I was in this forest, see It was cold, damp, and foggy With me was my Dahlia, dressed in white My oh so pretty Dahlia
She was just standing right there Far from me, and we both couldn’t move As if time had died for the both of us And she was shaking her head Uncontrollably, violently, shaking her head
I knew she was crying Wait, was she crying? Or was she just bleeding through her eyes? I don’t know, but there was blood all over her
Then, right in front of us was a wolf Black fur, eyes drenched in vermillion It—or he?—was staring at me, growling And then, it—or he?—began to grin
I looked the wolf in the eyes They were fiery, like windows to hell And the wolf kept on grinning, Its sharp teeth like demonic horns
I don’t know, but it seems like The wolf is there physically in front of me But its soul—or his?—was trying to **** my Dahlia To strip her of her innocence Not to mention her clothes
But of course, dreams are severed by waking up And I did wake up, to the smell of decaying flesh With dried-up blood painted all over my skin I turned around, and there she was My Dahlia, cold and lifeless