Dream Sacrifice Poem by Melanie Weeks

I'm waking up,
From a feverish sleep.
The dream seemed so darn real.

I'm sitting there,
Writing feverishly,
Gotta get it all down.

It takes two nights,
But I'm finally done.
It's down in my thought book.
The one none cares to read.

In this dream,
I make a sacrifice.
Instead of two that
Have done me wrong,
I ask for the torture.
I wing feathers are plucked,
Hundreds of them.
And for each feather that hits the floor,
A razor blade slits my skin.

One can leave the room.
He's near innocent.
One stays, she has to watch.
She's not safe.

My screams and tears will stay with her.
And deep down, even in this dream,
I am sad to know she'll bear the weight
Of my sacrifice for her.

In real life though,
The guy doesn't listen,
The girl don't care.
They'll never understand.
I went through alot for her.
I can't sleep at night for him.

I'm feverish just thinking.
Thinking and wondering.
What if that really happened?
Would I be the same?