I've been having the same 	
	The same recurring dream
		Each and every night
			A nightmare; a scream
				Two people with masks
			Dressed in sharp suits
		Dragging me through a school
	I am mute
Wearing a t-shirt
	White but stained red
		So much pain
			I should really be dead
				One mask - the woman
			She stumbles and falls
		And I seize the chance
	To run through the halls
My legs scream in protest
	A loud siren sounds
		I reach a large room
			And collapse to the ground
				I drag myself over 
			To a welcoming door
		Leaving a crimson 
	Trail on the floor
The room - it's a classroom
	Science no doubt
		With test tubes and beakers
			And bunsens burnt out
				I hide beneath a desk 
			And sit and wait
		And wait and bleed
	And dread my fate
The silence - it's deafening
	And I hear myself pray
		For something to break it
			Then a noise comes my way
				Painfully slow
			Footstep one, two, three
		Puncture the stillness
	They're coming for me
I hug my knees 
	And hold my breath
		They come closer and closer
			Along with my death
				Then the door is kicked open
			With such brutal strength
		That the sound echoes loudly
	And the room trembles its length
I close my eyes fearful
	Fearful for the end
		Before the wood above me
			Quivers and bends
				Then explodes in a shower
			Of blue fire and sparks
		And I'm falling down
	Down through the dark

					And then I awake 
			With a jolt and a scream
		Fall back to bed
For another bad dream