Waking Dream

My stomach queases, I turn to vomit
While I gaze upon this gruesome sight.
I mustnít keep watching, yet I cannot look away.
I stare in horror as the flesh falls
From a diseased whore,
Her next victim ignorantly lying by her side,
Unaware of the monstrosity before him.
A ghastly pool of blood forms around her,
And begins descending towards me.
I try to voice my terror,
But my cries appear unnoticed.
Now all that remains of this wretched creature,
Is merely the skeleton from her once thriving body.
And I wonder to myself as I find sanctity behind closed doors,
Did anyone else see this beast for what she truly was,
A rotting corpse, waiting for a new victim.