Your Dreams, Your Screams

This is one of my old poems from INO Proof
This is about an ex-friend saying I stabbed her in the back or something-

As I lay listening to your screams

I remember such awful, awful dreams

These dreams I remember

Bring back a cold night in December

The night in question

You gave such a suggestion

To get a life

That night, you gave me a knife

I remember thinking

Your plan is going to be sinking

But it all worked out well

Leaving me in a cold, damp cell

A knife in her back

The blood so red looking black

Your screams are about me

And you never letting me be

Bring back the silent dream

That never let me redeem

Told me that your screams

Are only apart of this awful, awful dream.