Last night he came for me
holding a knife
or was it an ice pick
the room was dark
merely a corridor
and there was light behind him
but not bright
and his features
they were dark and indistinct
he came on purposeful
intent on murder
I cried won't you stop
long enough to listen
or to tell me
what your reasons are
but he paid no notice
standing before me
arm reaching around
to stab me from behind
I cried out loudly
and woke myself
it's clear enough
that someone needs to die
and someone else
has come to do the dirty work