Its okay, Its just a Nightmare

Feeling suffocated in my own home,

The rope gets tighter around my throat..

As the air from my lungs make their escape,

I can feel lady death coming in closer for a taste. 

The ghosts of my past return for this reunion,

Huddled up together,

planning their next move,

Realizing its to late, as Lady Death consumes them. 

A figment of my imagination or a brief realization,

The path I took brought me to this damnation...

Where my own faults lay me down for my castration,

With a smile on her face I feel this could be the end of my civilization. 

The rope remains as a reminder of my actions,

The agreements of my past followed by the No! of my short future. 

My breath is reaching the finish line with seconds to spare,

And yet, I'm not aware.

This house is growing colder as the sun begins to set,

My shadow is free and runs for its existence. 

As my eyes begin to see that so called "bright light",

I see its just a car pulling into my drive way. 

The lock on the door is turned,

I hear her voice calling my name, as the rope continues to burn. 

As she turns the corner, her phone falls from her hand and CRACK!! as it hits the deck,

Similar sound comes from our dinning room, yet this was my neck.

18, Sinners