So You've Return Once Again, Shall I Welcome You With Open Arms? Or Painful Expectations?

Another Dream That Hides The Nightmare.

Beneath, The Calm Scenery.

In Which I Had Pictured.

During The Slumbering Hours.

That Seem So Inviting.

For A Hopeful Morning.

Atlas, My Dreams Of Grotesque Creatures.

And Demons Continue Their Rapid Invasion.

For Now I Am Terrified To Close My Eyes.

One Single Wink.

Will Show Me In The Realm State.

Disturbing Theories, And Horror's In Which Lay In My Deepest Subconscious.

Are Set Free.

In Every One Of These Reoccurring Infliction.

The Theory Or Message Stay The Same.

Hardly Altered, Or Tampered With.

It Remains The Same.

In Some Shape Or Form.

I Come To A Point In Which I Must Decide.

A Fear In Which I Long To Never Reveal.

Not To Familiar Faces, Eyes In Anticipation.

For The Decision Is One I Rather Stray From.

Not Go Towards.

But In These Hell Sights Of Night Terrors.

I Must Choose What I Rather Hide From Them.

My Friends, And My Lover.

But There Was An Intense Amount Of Pressure.

Coming From Under My Soul Given Flesh.

The Skin That Keeps Me Human.

Was Merely About To Burst.

The Stretching And Tightness.

Was Unbearable.

In Till Finally . . . I Gave Up Resistance.

Letting Out What I So Desperately Hated About Me.

The Monster That Lays Beneath The Innocent Mask.

Was Shown, But I Felt As Though I Had No Control.

For What My Actions Had Done.

Those Looks In Disgust, Provoked It Or Me.

Even More.

But . . .

They Were People Anymore. . .

They Were Beasts As Well As The Ones We Fear As Children.

Lunging Towards Me.

Hidden Sinful Deeds Turned Breath To Merely.

Sweet And Slow Exhaustion Of Air.

Between My Exposed Teeth, Grinning.

With A Sick And Twisted Thought In Mind.

I Made Carnage, For These Beasts Were Pathetic To Begin With.

I Devoured Them One By One.

After Another An Another.

Like A Starving Wench I Am.

Erasing Each One From Ever Existing.

They Were Gone Like Candy They Tasted Excellent.

Blood, Flesh, And Organs.

Laid Waste.

Staining The Ground Under Me.

Sherds Of The Meal Stuck Between.

Satisfied Smile.

With Expressionless Remorse Or Mercy In Tact.

I Began Sobbing.

Realizing What I Had Done.

I Gave The Monster What It Wanted.

And I With All The Fiber Of My Being.

Couldn’t Escape It.

. . . .

It Wont Just Be A Nightmare.

Next Time, It'll Be Reality.

And I Am Frighted.

For What I Will Do.

Or The Monster.

Sickly Deeds.

Just Know.

That Its Not Me.

I Swear It!!!

I SWEAR IT DAMMIT!!!!!

Please . . . .

Believe Me. . .

I'm So Sorry . . .

I'm Sorry . . .

. . .