In it's place
I lie uncomfortably on my well-worn bed,
Nothing in particular running through my aching head,
Like an experimental rodent running in a wheel,
This place has numbed me so that I cannot feel,
Nothing to live for,
Nothing to lose,
Living behind a locked door,
A puzzle with no clues,
At night I visit places that I have never seen,
A young child always meets me there,
He always seems so keen,
When he mentions waking his mother,
Trapped in a prison,
No hope, no saw, no file,
There are people but no way to call them,
Until a hole appeared in the bathroom tile,
What put it there I cannot say,
I just needed escape from this prison,
Could've been dangerous but I went through anyway,
Crawled on hands and knees to reach a subway station,
There I found that I was not alone,
There was someone else far from home,
There we found many monsters,
There I could not save her,
I woke up without her blood on my hands,
It couldn't have been a dream it seemed so real,
She had enticed me with seductive plans,
She had real perfume scented skin that I could touch and feel,
I found notes under the door,
Like a prisoner being fed,
I digested the knowledge,
From the notes of blood red,
I saw the forest,
I saw the house,
I tiptoed round the undead,
As quiet as a mouse,
I saw the young boy,
Held in religions thrall,
I saw him burn and die,
He became another handprint on the wall,
Numbers on backs,
Dead and lifeless eyes,
Walls completely cracked,
Covered with maggots, leeches and flies,
Children wailing behind closed doors,
The cult did their worst here,
To the vulnerable, weak and poor,
In rank, bloody water I found their dead keeper,
Finally I was outside,
Yet still trapped,
Still no where to run and hide,
My will now sapped,
I found the man from 207,
The little boy found him first,
And sent him to heaven,
Next I found myself in my apartment,
The fact that it was a nightmare became apparent,
Blood and rust covered each wall,
Monsters and ghosts roamed every hall,
Uncovered different truths about my neighbours,
Some were good some were bad,
All were afflicted by odd behaviour,
I found Eileen nearly dead from being stabbed,
Woke up in a hospital not sure what to do,
Saw a monster operating on another,
Rancid red guts on skin all grey and blue,
The doctor operating came stalking after,
Saw pictures of Eileen on a well-lit board,
Tried to understand it all but found it very hard,
Gave up understanding and knew what I had to do,
I checked every maddening room and came to Eileen's rescue,
Now the real journey began,
Sorry it was more of a race,
To stop Walter raising hell,
In my own personal space,
Got Sunderland's umbilical cord,
The fact that he kept it was really weird,
Found Walter hiding in a hole in my floor,
Left his monster mother dead and speared,
Now that it's all over,
I am still a man without a memorable face,
At least I can dream again,
Now everything is in it's place.
