Nightmare

I saw a man,
a shadow of a man,
and a woman,
a young, beautiful girl.
She was on her knees
begging him not to leave.
He stared down upon her,
shaking his head in disbelief;
he didn't want this.
She knelt down,
crying at his feet,
began to whisper,
"Don't go, don't go."
The smile on his face
faded into a disturbing frown.
He touched her face
one last time,
then turned his back,
leaving her in the cold dark,
alone...

He walked away,
looked back only once,
then continued walking.
I could see it in his eyes,
the hurt,
the hate,
the utter distane for life.
He didn't want this,
he wanted to be happy,
but she's not.
He began stratching and tearing
at his own skin;
began screaming and yelling,
kicking furiously.
He was in a trance,
blind fury rushing through him.

I woke in a shock,
breathing heavily,
sweat rolling down my forehead.
I was relieved to wake.
I felt a sharp pain
running thorough my arm,
and my leg,
across my stomach.
My head began to hurt.
There was blood on my hands,
hate in my heart.
Flesh was torn from me.
Then I looked in the mirror,
and realized,
the nightmare, was me.

I know, it sucks and it's long, but I needed to get this out of me. Ash, if you're reading this, we need to talk, in person.