I wake up sweating all the time. I call it the boogeyman. Run from him I must in my dreams. Run from him at night, never will he go away for me? Always following close behind, like a damn mosquito that smells your blood. I wake up with dried blood that isn't mine and scratch marks on my body.the Cops arrested me saying that the blood on me was the blood of somebody I killed. In which this person died a very gruesome death in their bed, and they say that I got the scratch marks from the victim, "yep that's a 10-4" they say. So I sit here in my cell all alone, waiting for the first night of this to be over. The sun goes away and the moon comes up on this land, and then I fall asleep to see the boogeyman.

Once I close my eyes and my mind doesn't sense reality anymore, I see an alley in which I stand in. There is a dark silhouette of a figure at the end of this alley. The walls are Brick red, but I do not see an outline of the white that there usually is, and then I notice.that's not a brick wall that's a wall covered in blood. Blood bursts out from the roof tops and showers down upon me and the silhouette, now drenched in the blood. The dark shadow turns to meet me, so I can see its fully body and shape. It skin color is gray with some black tattoos over its arms and chest. It hair is like dread locks and its eyes are bright red with a look that reminds me of fire. I turn around in a frantic state of mind and I run right smack into a wall of blood.but, this wall is not liquid though it is very hard unlike a liquid. I turn back to see where my demon is at, I see it is that but of six inches from my face. I scream and hit at it but to no apparel. It stares at me for a second or two, and then begins to move in a liquid movement that I have never seen before.

It drags me closer to it with its long claws, obviously taking its time, and ties me up in rope. Then it sits me down in a chair that came from nowhere and ties me to that. Then it walks to the wall and sticks its hand through, like the wall was nothing but liquid! Then it pulls out a briefcase from this bloody wall, by the looks of it the briefcase is made from alligator hide. It turns to me and its eyes shimmer in the alley way, I think there is fire in its eyes. It pulls another chair out of nowhere and sits down in front of me.enough distance so I cannot kick it, smart boogeyman. It sets the briefcase on the ground and opens it up, I see many shiny things in there and most of them things I do not want to know what they do. All the while this boogeyman is watching me, and now its lips curl into a smile, and sharp pointy teeth now are facing me. I scream once again and it slaps me in the face, me being stunned now puts duck tape over my mouth and now I am muffled with my screams.

It waves a finger in front of my face and shakes its head making a ticking noise. Its hands go to the briefcase and I know its going to use those tools on me. I sit here now thinking of a way out.how to get away from this boogeyman of mine, but I cannot see any possible way out, for I must accept what comes to me now, me being the one to accept things very quickly. So I sit silently hoping maybe it will let me go out of pity.probably wont though. It pulls out a very long but yet skinny knife, and my eyes widen, it chuckles like that's exactly what it wanted me to do, and then pokes at my left eye. I feel the burst inside my skull and scream with withering pain.

My hands involuntarily try to go to my face, but they wont because they are tied down, blood running down the left side of my face, tears running down the right side.mixing together around my chin. It begins to laugh now with an eerie sound but I don't care anymore, the damned thing just popped my eye out! After maybe five minutes of my muffles screaming the boogeyman fumbles around in its nicely tailored jacket and pulls out a very old looking yellow piece of paper.for me to see.

This piece of paper looks very strange to me there are no words on it, wait a second, the words are appearing like magic, like somebody is just writing them, it reads, "Very painful? That's what I was aiming for ha-ha no pun intended there son.I am going to explain what I'm going to you, like I have many before you, there is nothing you can do, your keepers are asleep in their beds and they will soon find out your fate, but for now lets concentrate on you, my boy. First of all you have noticed I popped one of those precious things out of your skull in which you see the world around you, I will soon do this again but you need to read this for I cannot speak in your tongues. I am popping your eyes out so you will not be able to see what I do next, then I will tear your tongue out for if you survive this you will not speak of this, then I will cut your ears off so you cannot hear of what people have to say. Think of me doing you a favor, you do not want to see or hear your mother crying if you do survive this now eh? Well let's get on with this."

And the pain has now subdued to my brain and the boogeyman smiles its cruel smile once again and then takes careful aim at my right eye. As a pop and a tear of flesh is silently heard in my cell and the cot in which was white is now my crimson blood, the gunk of my eyeball is also mixed into this concoction and my tongue flopping around on my cot like it needs to say something; you begin to cough very violently in your sleep, and then dried blood that isn't your blood type, appears over your body, and cut marks from nobody knows or nobody guess's is suddenly there. If I was alive and I knew your fate just as I knew mine, I would say, "Watch out, it's the boogeyman!"

(OverLooked)

My mind is split in two...
one side wants to leave you,
and the other side
wants to love you more than anything in the world.
I do not know what side is Larger or to go with...
So I ask you questions to help either or side grow.
You do not help me at all,
So I must turn to myself to look deep inside my heart.
To see if these feelings are true or maybe they are just making me blue for
no reason at all.
I look at my heart and it sags when i think about you.
When I see you it perks back to life like nothing is wrong.
But yet you squashed me with your words, cut me down like a little bug.
You pinned me to a wall...cut me open and tore my heart out while it was
still beating,
But now I sit at home, always but utterly alone,
Thinking of you,
While you're out having a blast.
Maybe ill have a blast also, just one that is not so keen to the eyes of
people.
They will see how deep the love does go...they will see my heart has
shriveled up and become a plum for you to eat.
And nothing is left of me
just a corpse
without a lover.
They will bury me away and forget about all my troubles...for everything I
have done is now in the past...and will be forgotten just...like...me.