The Dream Poem by Crimson Haze

He sat on the floor.
I thought he was crying
I knelt down next to him.
Big mistake.
I wanted to help him.
He jumped up.
At the same time I was thrown against the wall.
I slowly slid down the wall.
He came after me.
I tried to run.
He was too fast.
He ripped my long black silk dress
He tore my arms till you could only see blood.
I begged him to stop.
He didn't.
I looked at his eyes.
His were blood red.
Mine were most likely a green that when looked at too long felt as if it was burning into your soul.
I saw his pain.
I tried to help him, the whole time he was slitting my skin open.
Finally he stopped, he looked into my eyes.
I felt as if he was reading my soul.
I fell to the floor.
I looked down and I was untouched.
No blood, no cuts, no pain.