I never wanted to close my eyes
Cos’ everytime they were shut, I could visualize
Blood, bones, flesh, skulls
Sticks, whips, knives, thorns
Pain, torture were all I could feel
I couldn’t stop it….because it was me
I wasn’t a bully, I wasn’t evil
But my nightmares made being cruel so simple
I always woke up with sweat running down my skin
Just like blood ran through those I killed
I tried everything. from religion to pills
But nothing could change the way I feel
Then a thought came, one so eerie
I rejected it, but it wasn’t leaving
Accepting the thought was war
But I did, and all it made me become
Sleep started becoming peaceful
I saw myself walking with guns and axes
Normally I would shriek to my smallest bones
With my blood boiling, but I’ll still be cold
But now everything has changed…
I’m now the best player in the horror game
Dreams may be all sunflowers and roses
Picture perfects and happy endings
But nothing beats the one
The one which brings anguish and excruciating gore
I had finally accepted it and all it made me became
Now my nightmares are beautiful too.
-Igeleke
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