Jeff The Killer (A Dream To Sleep For) Poem by Zephyr Cullen

I scream to the top of my lungs,
But it seams that no sound is made,
A silent scream from a nightmare,
That has long kept me awake.
I can't find my way out,
It's so dark in this house of chains,
No matter how far I run,
In the end my life is drained.
I look in the mirror,
No reflection my eyes see,
Untill a knife appears in my hand,
And in the mirror a bloody me.
A glasgow smile cut into my face,
My eyes as black a coal,
A lust for blood grows in side me,
My emotions come to a hold.
I brush my fingers a cross the smile,
My reflection laughs in greed,
'Arint I beautiful! ' He screams,
In an almost saddened plea.
I wake up in a shaking fear,
My windo opened a crack,
I stair intently into the darkness,
I see red eyes stairing back,
I pull the covers closer,
In cold sweat I began to weep,
As a heart stopping whisper fills the air,
'Go...To.. sleep'