Covered in blood I search for the light
as my dreams come alive in the dead of the night.
I feel his sharp nails as he claws at my skin
the veil between sleep is so very thin.
But Fred’s not alone, Jason’s, there too,
and I know in an instant my nightmares are true.
There’s no where to hide there’s no where to go,
covered in blood it’s a dream, oh I know.
But the nails are real, and Jason still comes,
and i’m losing my life as I try to out run.
A small little nick on my porcelain skin,
Freddy is dancing as the knife slips in.
They laugh as they pull gut after limb,
Tearing it out, pushing it in.
An ebbing death for fear to bring.
Karen Hayward ©2015.