Nightmares Are My Reality

by Addie Riddle

Tom Riddle's reflection on his life - or lack there of. Being but a memory is not easy, especially for one as fragile as Tom. Very good.

Nightmares are my reality.

Imagination; that by which I live.

Dreams I bring, in all forms.

Nightmares are my reality.

Non-existent they call me, which I hold to be a truth.

For a creature of dreams, of imagination, of

Nightmares are my reality.

Cannot exist in the world of flesh.

A young girl cries, bringing my undoing,

For it is my doing.

Nightmares are my reality.

The writings are my water, my food,

They are that for which I thirst.

Past, present, future, all belong to me,

All I hold in my palm.

Nightmares are my reality.

I am a creator; a creator of lives and of deaths.

Deaths swarm around me, are at my every touch.

Suffocating me, starving me,

Oxygenating me, feeding me.

Deaths I create, deaths I live for.

They are my purpose.

Nightmares are my reality,

And soon will be yours.