Blood curdling screams of a nightmare, taunting every image of my thoughts. My dreams, still awaiting the quick release, thrown about and scattered, littering the ground, while i sit, patiently waiting. The window, just out of reach, as the light spreads rainbows across the ceiling. I see dancing paintings, o the man i continuously see in the mirror in front of me, i hear his cry, yet every time i turn around to lend a hand, he vanishes. Wih just a cloud of dust to linger, in the place he once stood.