Night Haunts

For these next few lines,

I'm going to spit out this poison that's been left to sink in.

There's this dream that can either be truth or a lie.

My hand is poised to spell out the rest,

But my thoughts of what is real and what isn't,

They stir me up and keep me out of control.

My dream is no longer a dream but a possible reality.

What I have seen and what has been done,

It now remains a mystery.

If the truth hurts, this must be real.

It's torn my heart to pieces.

Maybe it's a fable,

A tale where my emotions and the images have been sown together by the Great Liar.

Oh, but I can't tell where the lies stop and the truth begins.

The images swirl in my mind and leaves me dizzy.

It's like looking in a mirror of youth and all I feel is longing to be naive again.

Then I see flashes upon flashes of a nightmare that spins and spins and spins.

My stomach is in my throat,

It's all I can do to beg for them to stop.

They're like pictured demons that move when I don't want them to.

All I can do is turn away,

I pray for it to only be a nightmare,

Only a nightmare...

There's one way to know the truth but I can't bare it.

Break someone's heart or keep running until this nightmare knocks me to the ground for good?

I refuse to stop running!

I refuse to give in to these markers that say,

"Slow down and take it in."

I'll keep running blind until death takes me and I find myself before you asking,

"What's the truth?"

Then, I'll know, but then again,

It could be a lie from youth.