What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear

 

 

The Times When It Started

 

 

 

 

I woke up drenched in cold sweats,

I might moan in my sleep,

Several times Laura kissed my forehead,

She tried to tame my fears,

I had the dream of dreams,

I dreamt that Laura was dead,

She whispered,

 ‘It is a nightmare. It is a very bad dream’,

She was somewhere near,

Each time I opened my eyes,

The scene was exactly the same,

Her beautiful blonde hair was stringy,

It tangled with brains and the matted red,

Laura was hacked and mutilated,

Her face was disfigured,

The crumbled mess of her body,

Lied in a pool of blood,

Last night it was love,

Last morning it was death,

Despite death she looked insanely great,

I mumbled ‘It is a bad dream’,

I repeated it over and over,

Till I fell into a void,

Where it was only sleep,

There were no dreams,

In the chasm of oblivious darkness,

I returned to the prison of mind,

My empty head was empty,

 I could find no thoughts but empty sheets,

Laura might be in my soul,

She lived in my ink,

She died in my dreams,

I was reborn,

Almost myself with an awful hangover,

 I wished my ex broke up with her boyfriend,

I wished she moved in with me for a while,

She was so seductively godless,

I squeezed myself into something that somebody named ‘pants’,

To hide the essence of love,

Coming light through the blinds of a bedroom,

Dressed me in a prison striped shirt,

My morning stretching and yawning were interrupted,

I recognized the voice,

It was a scream of despair and horror,

I thundered down the hall,

She sat at the bathroom door,

Shaking and wailing,

Hysterically leaning against the wall,

One of the guests struggled to hug her,

She struggled to get free.

She was covered in blood and tears,

Murder was splashed all over the bathroom,

She wasn’t accustomed yet to the scene,

The smell of the first murder positive blood was something completely new,

It was last night Laura,

The one I had kissed whispering lust,

I predicted her death,

I failed as a messiah,

‘Where is he?’

I  kicked the doors down,

‘He did it,

A monster,

A jealous freak’.