My Dream

In my dreams, I always dreamt I cut myself so deep that I’d lay there dying in an ocean of my own blood. For so many nights, I dreamed I bled more than normal, I dreamt I lay there as the life blood flows from my body. It always has the same end. Everyone I loved runs in my room in blinding fury. They look at me with deadly smiles and wicked eyes. Charging towards my barely conscience body, they reach into my skin and rip out my veins. And I scream…I scream so loud over their animalistic laughter. I’m drowning in my own blood, but I am not dead. One by one, they cut off my fingers and my toes; my hands from the wrist, and my wrists at the elbow. So slow…It hurts like hellfire, but I can only scream, even as they do the same with my legs. I cannot move. Laughter. My world is spinning and I can’t figure out why they are doing this. Am I really dreaming? It seems like the world is moving in black and red. They dance wildly, as if in a ritual. I try to close my eyes, but they’ve sliced off my eyelids and sewn my screaming mouth shut. But I still hear my screams. I beg for death, with bloodshot eyes, beg for it to take me. But it will not come. Why will God not take me? Can’t you see I’m in misery? Screaming, falling, drowning. I can’t wake up…I can’t die…

Please God!! Take ME!!!!!