The Nightmare Poem by wild fire

The knife is at my throat
and I hear his voice of treason.
'That's the one, ' he says
and I try hard not to cry.

The owner of the knife
leans on and sickly kisses my
cheek with a twisted grin
'She's a purty one.'

They make me sit in a chair,
and the knife drops to the floor.
He grabs my chin and laughs as
I try to turn away.

'Don't be so feisty. You were
given to us for a reason.'
He reaches for a button on my shirt
and violently rips it off, laughing again.

I look at both men and see evil desires
in their eyes and pray.
Why has my ex done this to me and
why is his friend along for the ride?

Hands tied behind my back
and mouth taped shut
legs tied together
how can i fight back?

A voice from somewhere outside
our bedroom calls my name
I pray you wont come in
I need you alive.

You cant hear me I guess my
lucky star is broken tonight
They are suprised and you can
not handle both of them at the same time.

Your last scream is painful to me
and to see them laugh at your death makes
me angry inside
They approach me with their knife....

My shirt is ripped and my
jeans are torn
No one can hear me cry
they laugh as my last breath escapes

I open my eyes to see your sweet face
'oh, god please just hold me.'
In your arms, the visions still are not washed away.
'It's gonna be alright.'

I hear your words but dont believe
for at that moment
I realize you're just my pillow and
remember you were killed

I thought i was hugging you
but that was part of my nightmare
now I sit here alone
clutching my pillow