Every night I have these dreams
Visions of death and violent
screams
I've gone to places I've never been
When I fall asleep I kill again
Nightmares come by no surprise
Increase of death throughout the night
I live for the moment I close my eyes
Dreams of homicide is now my life
Victims remain of mutilation
More and more deaths in a dream creation
Burning, stabbing, ripping skin
Cutting intestines, liver and spleen
Amputated limbs and decapitation
Disfigured corpses and disintegration
Special reports of morbid deaths
Every street is a bloody mess
Watching the news I can't believe what I see
The wicked dreams are now reality.
*This poem is written by my cousin Michael Mizell; who is currently locked up and waiting to be free.
