Violent Dream

Dreams, man.

There is a line,
In the mind, drawn fine,
That one will soon cross,
Should one be provoked,

You jumped the gun,
Now take heed and run,
For, in a vision of fore-shadow,
A goner as soon as you spoke,

One's pain can lie hidden,
'Til one is bed-ridden,
But it rears its ugly head,
At your cruel attempt at a joke,

I see the blood,
Revenge feels so, so good,
But dream faded and violently,
With a start, I woke.