Lies drip in with my thoughts,

Tasting so sweet.

Leading me away with the voice of the one I love.

The trap is set, but the blood can only be with my hands.

The blood can be only my blood.

delirium path is in my way.

Twisting into thoughts like python taking it’s prey.

Death pounding, throbbing, and bursting open in front of my eyes.

I fall to my knees in a stupor with my hands shaking on my face.

I yell with all the passion I have left “murder will not be done with else hands!”

Despair grew legs burrows into my ears griping onto any hope that remained.

Then blood relentlessly splashes against my face revealing visions of tormented dead.

In a single moment I was reminded of the weight I still had left.

Of the one’s I loved.

I cried out “no.”

Then peace came upon me, and I woke from my dream.