2012-11-20 - 1:57 a.m.
I've killed you in my dreams
way too many times
stabbing you to death until I'm out of steam.
That same, old nightmare
where I commit the same old crime.
I've kept quiet, so you won't be scared.
I've killed you again in my dreams,
but how come they don't make me cry?
Why can't I just wake up with a scream?
These dreams won't disappear.
In my sleep, I keep seeing you die;
feeling myself gripped by the cold,paralyzing fear.
God, help me, please.
This hatred is poison,
and I just want to heal.
Why must I be with these emotions?
This isn't how I wish to feel.
Still, my silent rage keeps producing these blood-thick dreams.
Your snobbish, pretty face makes me sick.
I hope these dreams shall never come true,
just to get you to see my point of view!
(Jakarta, 15/11/2012 - 6:30 pm)
R.
