just a dream?

I'm breathing fast.
I have shortness of breath.
I'm burning up.
I feel paralyzed.
"please be a dream", I say.

Gasp. I wake up.
"oh good, just a dream"

I'm in a hospital bed.
I look around.
I look at the machines next to my bed.

He's there.
It's the reeper.
And he's about to pull the plug.

I Am My OWN Individual

I walk like you,
I talk like you,
I stand like you,
I even gawk like you.
I act like you,
I smell like you,
I breathe like you,
I even look like you.
I am an original.
What can I say?
I am unique.
Just. Like. You.

"Flush the Prey" 

Out of sight, out of mind.

Then comes up to bite you in the butt.

You're in trouble.

Get away from it.

Hide from pain and anguish.

Don't fear until it finds you.

Until they find you.

Foreign

Foreign to this town,
Foreign to this place.
Why is everyone here a resident to this place?
Why-how is everyone just average?
I'm foreign to this.
So foreign to this place.
Strange, queer, don't fit in.
Will I ever?