Weskers Reflection

by Shadow Willow

Wesker sits one night in his study, and looks in the mirror, he is so mysterios, I wonder what he is thinking......this poem is so messed up. I do not own Resident Evil.

Dreamers sleep in hollow sheets, the last to breath, oh please leave me. I am alone in my soul, I'm not insane cant you see?

So I live for a higher purpose, so I kill for what I believe, how can you judge me if its your soul that must bleed.

Be not quick to think I am without a heart, I felt it bleeding, beating, singing of her name. I CAN FEEL THE PAIN, as I slumber here. I think I'm sane but my live was not in vain! You are the ones who cant feel……I lost the dreamers sleep, I killed the appeal.

So now I sit and think, of her nameless beauty, I am more to her I know, I have to be, I killed my friends and I killed my breath, I no longer bleed, I am save from me.

Please don't try to make since of what I say, I don't really know who I am today, so now I am save from the raging monster inside I'll dream of my empty revenge, only then can i truly see….. I lost my dreamers sleep…..