Nightmare

By Alex Minassians
Alexminassians@gmail.com

Nights are dark
Can not see own hands.
Days pass,
Moon expands.
Vision heightens,
Eye-sight widens.
Cold creeps under skin,
Heart pumping, maintaining warmth within.
Moon filling now
Hear voices in head.
First of man then of beast,
Thirst for blood increased.
Full moon now,
One voice remains.
Howling in mind,
Prickling of veins.
Humanity gone,
Morality set aside.
Killer instinct remains,
Motivating beast let outside.
Morning comes,
Wake in bed.
Look left and right,
And ahead.
Mirror reflects,
See a face.
Face of one, who’s
Dreams make heart race.