I've already seen it.
A curse of sight.
Some would believe it a gift.
Maybe to them.
To me...
Undecided.
And maybe that's why I ask about dreams.
About the things people feel inside the unseen.
There are moments I have them
where it's nothing but screams,
long hallways that feel endless,
hands filled with teeth.
A subconscious on autopilot,
sifting through soot.
Thro…
