It Started when I was five

That’s when I had the first nightmare

I found myself in darkness

It felt like I was in another world

I walked towards a figure in the distance

When I finally got closer

I cloud see that it was a girl

She was wearing a white dress

And then I saw him

I wanted to protect her

But he took her

Put her in some kind of machine

And the machine crushed her

And I could hear her scream

And him laugh

And I dropped to my knees


Screaming “Why?”

He looked at me and said

“You can’t have her”

And I cried harder

I woke up crying

Not understanding what had happened

Not knowing why I felt sad

I was just a little boy

A little boy who saw things at night

And the nightmares kept coming


The Whispering Devils (nightmares)

They come for me at night

Eyes closed

Eyes closed

I enter the darkness

Eyes open

Can’t move

I can see everything around me

Eyes closed

There are sets of red glow everywhere

They’re getting closer

Which ones will show their faces this time

Eyes open

They’re here

One standing in the doorway

Another against the wall

Another sitting on the floor

Eyes closed

Back in the darkness

Trying to find light

Trying to find a dream

Trying to find my dream

Pressure on my chest

I can’t breathe

Something is on top of me

Eyes open

One’s choking me

Blood streams from his eyes

Trying to fight back

They whisper

“Come back to us”

“You can’t have her”

“Come back to us”

“You’ll never find her”

“Come back to us”

“Come home”

I try to scream

Try to wake up

Nothings coming out

Just low grunts

I manage to get an arm moving

I take his eye


He releases

Drifts off

Eyes closed

I catch my breath

Eyes open

The other two are still there

The one on the floor

Small and pudgy


Feasting on what looks like human flesh

The one by the wall

Tall and slender

Female like in figure

Inching towards me

Both staring

I rise

Move towards them

I Start screaming

Leave now! Let me fucking Sleep! Get out!

They slowly drift off

I feel weak

Turn around

I see my body

Shit! I have to get back in my body

I crawl back to it

Eyes closed

Eyes open

Eyes open

I check the time

It’s only been fifteen minutes

Since I laid down

It’s only been fifteen minutes

I just want to sleep

Neck hurts

Better wash this blood off


Waking (A Short Story)

I wake as darkness is bleeding through the sky, soaking into sponge like clouds burning holes through time. I, restless as I am, crouch up into a sitting position scratching my head as I reach towards the counter. I grab my watch sitting next to an empty bottle of Jameson and glance at the time. I’m not surprised to see that it’s two in the morning. My mind ticks away as time does creating an annoying echo that I want to stop, but efforts seem meaningless. Images that were stirred up during my brief slumber are frozen in my mind. Some faces just won’t go away. It’s all just more to think about. I walk over to my dresser, pick up a vape pen and take a few puffs as I connect my phone to the stereo. I decide to play a Pink Floyd album as I sit down and go over my thoughts. Many things trouble me; one of such things is my health. It seems to be depleting more each day. My back has become more susceptible to pain. I should have taken better care of myself. All the while the faces still linger in my head. I realize that I’m not the man I used to be. I take another puff from the vape pen before placing it on the counter. As many people as I’ve lost in my life I’m surprised I haven’t lost myself, or my mind for that matter. Sure I’m a little crazy. Some would say I’m an explosion waiting to happen. Maybe they’re right. The faces just hang there mocking me, telling me I should have seen it coming. I question how strong I will be and the importance of my existence. Should I still be here? Singing alongside the lyrics of David Gilmour.

-How I wish, how I wish you were here,

We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl

Year after year, running over the same old ground

What have we found, the same old fears

Wish you were here-

Sometimes I wish she was here with me. Sometimes I wish I did things differently. Sometimes I wish that I could just forget everything. But wishes are far from reach and if they were any closer they wouldn’t be wishes anymore. They would just be undermined realities. That’s sad. I wipe the tears from my face. I realize that I’m still dreaming. I open my eyes and see that there’s light in my window. Time to wake up.