The sound of nothingness fills my head As i stand here surrounded by the dead Souls lost in a senseless fight In a battle that raged through the night Young men and woman in their prime Struck down by violence before their time The look of realization caked on their face The glaze in their eyes hid any trace Of the life that once ran through their veins But at least their bodies are rid of the pains That came along with a hard fought life Has now been finished with a knife

I sit straight up in bed and try to control my breathing. Holy shit that dream has my mind going a thousand miles a second. I could still feel the raspy breath on the back of my neck as if that thing was still chasing me even in my waking hours. As i slowly convinced my heart to go back to a normal speed I swung my legs out of bed and head towards the bathroom. I could see rays of sunlight starting to peak through my bedroom window. It was almost morning. Flicking on the light I reach for my glass and fill it to the brim with sink water. Holding the glass to my lips I stop when i catch a glimpse of my reflection. Hmm something seems different. My hair is all over the place but that’s not unusual for a fitful night of rest. My skin tone was a little pale but not enough to be concerned or to notice a real difference. What was it? What is so off about my appearance right now. I lean towards the mirror to try and get a closer look at my reflection.

My eyes. Something was different but yet familiar about my eyes. There usual bright blue. Why were my eyes now brown? This doesn’t make any sense. I blink my eyes rapidly to try and clear the vision but they stay brown. Why did they look so familiar. Just then i hear that raspy breath again from my dream. A sinister laugh escapes my lips as I realize i am looking into the eyes of that thing from my dream.

It’s hard to put into words Words that describe how I feel Feel like I’m drowning inside Inside my very own head Head full of unease and doubt Doubt of one’s self Self aware of the hurt that I’ve caused Caused by the living of lies Lies that have changed my fate Fate that was laid out Out by the ones in control Control of the things that I do

It is easier to tell someone the truth when you can’t see their face When you can’t see the hurt your words have caused Hiding in the shadows so they can’t see yours either. Words come easier when you don’t have to see the tears. Feelings come out in the darkness of the shadows.