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Once Upon A Nightmare

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Published: August 2008

SMACK!
PLOP!
SMACK!

Over & over
My head hurts
It throbs
From being
Smashed into the wood
To many times
Its furnishing
Of blood
Is up my nose

That sweet but very salty
Taste is stuck
In my mouth

I try so hard
To drag myself
Up & fight
But each time
I stand
I fall
For that pattern
Of SMACK PLOP SMACK!!!
Goes over
Again & again

Now I don't even try
Nope
I sure don't

I don't have
The strength or power
To stand up

I'm making myself fall
My legs shake & creek
Each time
I stand

I can't cry
Cause there's
No more tears
To come

My face is streaked with tears
My shirt was to
Before it got covered soaked
In blood
My blood
It's such a pure color
Solid red

I'm a doll
Really I am
I can't do anything

Has she hovers
Over me with
Her fist
Clenched
Their solid red
GOOD LORD
My blood
My pure blood
Covers her fist

Why can't she stop
Her fist & feet
Stomp out my life
A little at a time

One
Two
Three
BAM!!

Four
Five
Six
POW!!

Seven
Eight
Nine
SLAP!!

That goes over
In my head

My lungs scream
AIR AIR!!
But I don't want
Any
my blood will
Drown me

Finally my lungs win
As I hear them
Quiver with victory
I shake
my life
Shouldn't be like
This with a big
Scary monster
Hovering over me

Than it stops
Silence at last
I can't hear anything

YES she's done
I roll over
I feel no pain

So strange
She still stands
Beating my chest
MAN I must be dead
For I can't feel
But no I'm in shock
I must be

My bloods still on her
She's still pounding
There's fire in her eyes
It's fierce like a pouncing lion

She slowly stops
I see her slow down
With each punch
Her energy weakens

Now she's just spitting
On me
It's disgusting
But refreshing
Her spit
Her slobber
Brings coolness
Back to my body
& takes me out of shock
Our to death

But brings me to reality
Now I do wish I'm dead
I'm sore every where
I have got a killer headache
& the smell of bleach is everywhere
why?
There it is
The bleach
It's mixed in my blood
I can't believe its coming up
My blood it's not staining the floor
What's wrong with her
What's wrong with GOD
Is he punishing me
For my doings
What is going on

Next thing I know
I'm burning my clothes
This has to be the second time
I've done this

Bring
Bring
SMACK!!


It was all a dream
Nightmares from the past more like it

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