A Memory, Or A Nightmare?

A memory

The truth hidden within

That will never change

That will never leave

Haunted forever

By something that is now part of me

A cold knife

Red blood

Evil eyes

Burning Pain

Scarred for life

A never ending nightmare

That seems all to real

Chased by the man

Sitting by the bar

With a beer bottle in one hand

And a knife in the other

As he stands up

Ready to attack

I run for my life

Because I know he's after me

But he catches up

And takes the knife to my throat

Makes a thin, but painful cut

And blood comes pouring through

Then he lets go of me

Full of regret

And I run

Run until I almost pass out

A nightmare

That is a memory