Part 1

They wonder what dreams I have

How I lay my head so peaceful to the love of my pillow,

Slightly adjusting myself to the right side of the bed.

Comfy in a blood dripping roof.

How do I sleep knowing that I have a body count,

Numbers stuck to my skin like velcro

Held tightly with screams and cries.

How do I close my eyes and still see,

Completely blind to the emotions needed to drain a body,

For when I lay my hands on their skin.

It rots.