WARNING

I don't often have any dreams,

sleeping in deep blackness.

I don't object for this state,

there is nothing to expect.

But once in a while, they appear.

Those vivid scenes of a crime

where someone I love will die,

and their screams I will hear.

I wake up sweating,

blood is all I see,

feeling my body shivering.

Looking in those people in front of me.

They are all alive.

Laughing and sending me love.

But a cold handle of a knife

make me doubt in my life.

Why do I still feel this metal near,

when all of that should be a dream?