Bitter Dreams

In my dreams I have a bite,

Bitter,

Cold.

In my dreams my nails are talons, I

Thrash,

Plunge them deep below the skin,

Cut out,

Make hollow.

In my dreams I have a voice,

Loud,

Penetrating.

In my dreams I fight back.

In my dreams I scream my piece,

As I never could awake.

In my dreams

They cry no

They weep,

Weeping is simple, It is

Innocent.

They are innocent?

Once,

Once I was innocent, or at least

I thought so.

But in my dreams, yes,

In my dreams I am

Cruel,

Cold,

Bitter.