A/N: 4th poem!
Nightmares
Screaming, he falls to the floor, clutching his head, crying.
Over and over, he sees all the ones that he couldn't save, dying.
Memories flood his head, crashing, slowly rendering him insane.
Even though he tries to tell, he can't find the strength to render these dreams inane.
Bleeding from the soul, he wakes up crying, running to the bathroom, and marks his skin.
Only by the third cut does he realize what he's doing, but he cuts further in.
Day after day, this repeats, his body thinning, his soul dying, and his mind crying.
You could have saved them, he tells himself, cutting to punish, and screaming.
Soon he feels that he has finished, and throws his shirt on to go to work.
And unlike any other day, someone notices, and gives his shirt a jerk.
Victor, why is there blood on your shirt? He asks.
Even though it may look like it, this isn't my blood, but theirs, he says, hiding behind his masks.
Victory is his as the other walks off, and Victor punishes himself again as he hears them screaming.
Instead of going to the lab, however, someone pulls him to the psych ward for a screening.
Confidence is not Victor's as they scream, and beg, and cry.
Today and tomorrow, he only wishes he could die.
Over and over, he sees the ones he couldn't save, dying.
Reeling and screaming, he runs off, crying.