A dream of horror
You butchered, by my hands
Put into bags next to the bed
I do not know why I did it
I don't even remember your face
But its blank palette lay lifeless in this bag
The guilt of such eating away at me
I awake and the bags remain
Saw you again after so long just to imprison you again
I woke up again
Head in hands and bug-eyed
I tear the room apart looking for these bags
Did I bury you?
Did I hide you from me?
No, you were alive
And the morose feeling of having slaughtered you faded
Maybe I had to **** you
I had to destroy you in the physical, mentally
To have you vanish mentally in the physical
I wish I knew why I still dream of you
And why my mind chose to **** you in such a grotesque way
But you are safe, away from me