the real nightmare

I know this isn't real. 

I know my friends aren't dead. 

but as i stand there and watch them rip my friends limb from limb. 

I can't separate the dream from reality. 

no this was no dream. 

it was a nightmare. 

my friends looked me in the eyes as they ripped their bodies to pieces. 

when they were done, my beloved friends were dead laying in a pool of their own blood. 

this was always when i would wake up. 

right when they were done and started walking towards me. 

that is when i wake up to the real nightmare. 

my parents fighting in the kitchen before taking all of their anger out on me.