January 12, 2013
The screams ring endlessly in my ears. The breaking of bones. The wailing of children. The roars of men. This sound isn’t a memory-- it’s a dream.
The only dream. It’s a hell that repeats itself every waking minute of everyday and it always ends the same.
With me killing my loved ones. The dreams are so vivid-- so real. So real in fact I can’t seem to get a grip on what’s reality and what’s fantasy.
Although I’m no longer able to sleep it seems that I allow my mind to wonder whenever I’m awake. I would say I wasn’t frightened by these visions, and that it’s only a phase…but I’d be lying.
I’ve been having these dreams- I shouldn’t even be calling them that..
These nightmares ever since I was a child. The farthest I could think back was when I was 6. I try to think back farther, but my memories are gone…all of them. Blocked somehow by an invisible force that I