Dream The Death

The normalcy of my night , 

Was purloined by the estranged weather. 

No , I wasn't afraid

 rather it was my dismay

But it had me blethered . 

And I lost my streit, 

With dread I tried to shove away. 

The cynical clairvoyance so blithe , 

Making way into my wits.

I saw the wraiths of the dark coming alive ,

I saw the worse coming to me. 

And I cried.

My tears of anticipation , 

How dark this could be?

My evasion 

But what am I running from ?

Maybe the furore of the wind , 

Dauntingly gruesome to me .

Or is it the exscind 

Waiting to be?

I slept in the horror ,

With the sweat of my fear.

The windows still banged ,

The clamour of the blow

Seemed so close to my ears.

Then ,

I saw him , 

My favourite man coming to me. 

Bringing in the aura of polished man as he was , 

And I was smiling wide with the glee. 

What had him standstill ,

Was the bullet through the hole in him.

He kneeled as he cried. 

And I stood there, taking in my fill ,

Of the lie

 that seems to be true .

 I defied ,

 It happened too soon.

I woke up , promptly ,

as I jumped out of the bed.

Before the deranged dream could swallow me.

Before I saw him dead. 

Before my mind reminisces ,

Before leaves out the pleas

Of my mouth for salvation

That's no longer in his kiss.

Because no more he is here , 

I abuse the weather in the nights like this.

There's no more of him ,

Not even the blood that smeared,

His tux like the red oil spilled. 

I abuse the weather each night like this,

Because my screams , my cries 

The fragility, I despise 

Make me kiss 

Those lips again , 

And I see the blood dripped 

Again. 

I'm still imprisoned ,

In that night foredoomed.

I'm there in the day of his death ,

I'm still there with his wounds.