Nightmares

I have always had these nightmares with blood running down my walls.
With screams of death in every room crying and begging for help.
I can not help them for I would just make it worse.
I look upon my hands covered in their blood.
What have a done? 
All the people that I loved and cared for are died and by my own hands.
The smell of death consumes me.
This is way I am alone so no one can get hurt.
The closer you are the worst your death is.
I don't want to be here anymore.
Deaths sweet voice it calls to me and the darkness will never let me go.
For the demons hungry for me ans their blood shot eyes are watching me.
Please somebody wake me up!