My Dream Demons

Last night I had a dream of crimson and amber.
I can geel the sweat on my face as I awaken.
There are hundreds, maybe even thousands of them.
The cruel eyes that always watch me in my restless slumer.
Who are you?
You seem so familiar...
My life may seem oridinary, but to me it's anything but.
Nightmares of haunting figues come closer every night,
And I can only think how long I have until they reach me.
I feel their claws slashing through me, pouring wine red from every cut.
Please help me!
I think I'm dying...
My friends stare back at me with indifference, walking away.
They think I'm crazy, and my soul is locked up in a forsaken room.
People in white suits try to talk to me and tell me it's not real.
Nobody believes me, and this hellhole continues every day.
I am trapped.
Won't you set me free?
Today I saw a boy who looked at me, and he seemed to see me.
His amber eyes gazed at me knowingly, piercing my soul.
I know him, I'm sure I do, but my memories slip from my hold.
The dreams won't go away, ignoring my silent plea.
Come back.
I know you don't I?
Night approaches again, but this time I have new found hope.
I fight the shadows, trying to escape their silent promise of death.
Then I see him: the amber eyes gaze right through the solid black.
Morning comes without me, but I can't find an exit from this impossible cliff, I can't find the rope.
My end has come.
My dream demons are here...

Kou-chan