Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Nightmares, that continue to haunt.
There I was. But again, it wasn't me. It was like a third-person view.
I was sitting down quietly, mumbling to myself. It was, inaudible. Something shiny was in my hand. An evil, sadistic smile flashed, across the face. A slow, deliberate movement, the hand holding the shiny object, toward the other free hand.
Blood flowed. It took me a while to realise, that the shiny object was a small knife, or blade, of some sort. In that instant, I was pulled into the body, of the person who just committed this sadistic act, who was me, now.
I clawed at the deep, bleeding cut. Dug, almost frantically, into it, like it was a container, holding something, I wanted to lay my hands on, badly. I felt my face twist, into that same sadistic smile, for I had found what I had been digging for. I pulled out my wrist vein. And bit hard into it. A sickening squelch. I knew the vein was no longer intact. Blood splattered all over. I could taste the fresh blood, warm, sweet, yet disgusting at the same time. I laughed, maniacally.
And then I woke up, yet again, covered in cold sweat, and I found myself making a dash for the toilet, puking, just puking, uncontrollably.
Fucking sick dream.
Thy Sins be Cleansed.
4:58 AM
