My Nightmarish Right

My life as a mutant.

Every night I toil in the field,

Of garbage bags and eyes not yet sealed.

My feelings burried,

Consealed.

Underneath rough flesh,

That burns and beats unyield.

~*~

I cry myself awake,

As ashes fall like a dirty snowflake.

What life does this torture make,

When you're feared just like a snake?

~*~

Beaten bloody,

Dirty,

Muddy.

From the inside out,

I shout.

A blood curtling scream that rips the night,

My horrible nightmarish right.

Reviews

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Is it something like your dreams are reflection of who you are, you shouldn't worry about anything as long as you live by the first amendment you're protected, the founding fathers did all the work and dedication for all of us to be happy. Don't let other people that are not writers try to change your mind and you will always have nice dreams.

[Bluefire]

Thank you so much for that wonderful review! ^^