Dark Times, Dark Tales
Nightmares About You
An angel clothed in a black robe, with gray flaming wings came to me. He spoke words of doom about someone I love deeply This is what he said:
“Her heart is broken, bleeding badly, everyone tears it open more. She says ‘Give me drugs I don’t care what kind, anything that’ll kill my mind‘ She pulls out the knife hidden between her mattresses and cut both her wrists, blood drips on the floor. Quickly! Kiss her goodbye tonight my son, because tomorrow she could be gone. No longer would you be able to gaze into her pale blue eyes, nor would you be able to take her into your arms and hold her closely, no longer could you watch her play with her silky brown locks. How truly sad that would be.
She hates herself, she searches for a gun. She needs to end her pain soon, because she’d rather kill herself than die slowly from the emptiness and pain inside of her. She feels like no one loves her, that no one cares for her well-being. Her innocence was lost long ago. She’s done every drug, enjoyed many bodies, but there’s still no point to her life. So she’ll end it here and now with one, that’s all it takes. She’s sad but now it’s too late she puts the gun to her head and slowly pull the trigger, she sheds one last tear, one last remnant of her miserable life on this cruel planet and BANG it’s over,
no hope, end of story.”
I suddenly wake up, sweat drips down my forehead and I feel a harshly cold breeze blow throughout my room as the wind whistles through my open window. I am cold, and soon goose-bumps appear on my pale skin. All my hairs stand on end and I am chilled to the bone as if I had just seen her bloody corpse lying on my cold concrete floor. I suddenly realize it was just a nightmare. Another one about her, yet it’s so lifelike and accurate only God knows if it’s reality or not, nightmarish visions come and go about her, yet her depressed demeanor stays consistent. A vice not even I can correct.
“Her heart is broken, bleeding badly, everyone tears it open more. She says ‘Give me drugs I don’t care what kind, anything that’ll kill my mind‘ She pulls out the knife hidden between her mattresses and cut both her wrists, blood drips on the floor. Quickly! Kiss her goodbye tonight my son, because tomorrow she could be gone. No longer would you be able to gaze into her pale blue eyes, nor would you be able to take her into your arms and hold her closely, no longer could you watch her play with her silky brown locks. How truly sad that would be.
She hates herself, she searches for a gun. She needs to end her pain soon, because she’d rather kill herself than die slowly from the emptiness and pain inside of her. She feels like no one loves her, that no one cares for her well-being. Her innocence was lost long ago. She’s done every drug, enjoyed many bodies, but there’s still no point to her life. So she’ll end it here and now with one, that’s all it takes. She’s sad but now it’s too late she puts the gun to her head and slowly pull the trigger, she sheds one last tear, one last remnant of her miserable life on this cruel planet and BANG it’s over,
no hope, end of story.”
I suddenly wake up, sweat drips down my forehead and I feel a harshly cold breeze blow throughout my room as the wind whistles through my open window. I am cold, and soon goose-bumps appear on my pale skin. All my hairs stand on end and I am chilled to the bone as if I had just seen her bloody corpse lying on my cold concrete floor. I suddenly realize it was just a nightmare. Another one about her, yet it’s so lifelike and accurate only God knows if it’s reality or not, nightmarish visions come and go about her, yet her depressed demeanor stays consistent. A vice not even I can correct.