He awake upon the twelth toll of midnight
sweat covering him completely
slight thoughts and images of what awakened him
dancing through his mind and leaving
always they leave just before he can grasp and understand them
like the fool that tries to capture the fairy
His screams still echoing through the house
highpitched...bouncing..echoing...nerves of the soul set on end
wondering to what he owes his wakeful hours now
moving and rolling in the bed..the covers twisted, bunched, a cacoon
whether of safety...protection...or of death..suffocation
Up he heads to the bathroom...
a drink is what he needs...opening the medicine cabinet...
"the only true medicine", he mumbles
pouring his shot glass he looks
considers it
and quaffs it
nerves calming..eyes still darting frantically about his room
as images still crash in his brain
images of death, love and pain
back to bed he goes....calming....
sleep tappin him finally upon the shoulder once more
never looking to the floor...
under the bed...never once thinking "where is my wife"
blood oozing from under the bed
the last remnants of a once bright life
written for percent...m'friend....you know who you are
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