you carved your behavior in my mind,
an impression once carved can't be erased,
like a carving on a stone,
even water can't faze it,
just like time,
carves actions to memories,
these memories sink in reality,
causing my motionless,
body to move in slumber,

Nightmares,
more like seeing the reaper,
or the puppets,
which move, glance,
and the worst of all smile,


Would it be okay,
if I could introduce myself again?