Deja Vu
I wake up to a half-dressed psychopath in distress
Standing over my bed with blood all over his chest
“I just escaped death!” he kept repeating, I finish waking,
Wait, I know this heathen, its Steven seeking haven
With a broken hand and bleeding from fleeing the scene
“Bonnie, please you gotta hide me, the cops are after me!”
I grab some clothes, and start to rummage for a bandage
Scrapes across his chest, all color from him famished
“Everything’s okay, don’t stress, you’re safe at my place”
He broke down exclaiming, “He took one in the face!”
“Who took one in the face?! WHO TOOK ONE IN THE FACE?!”
He was sobbing; “Bobby” and my knees began to shake
Bobby’s my mother’s favorite kid, I truly hate it
But once Steven said those words, I just couldn’t take it
And I barely made it to the bathroom before I puked
And I fell on the floor and cried, denying it was true
“I hate you! Oh my God, what did you do?!
He was such a good kid; this is all because of you!”
I think I blacked out next, cuz Bobby’s face began to change
It twisted out of shape, and his hair burst into flames
His voice demonic now and I’ve grown kinda neurotic
Thinking is Steven a demon or am I going psychotic?
Is this another dimension? But then the floor vanishes
And I’m on the edge of my rooftop cold & panicking
I’m pushed off and frantic, falling into abyss
As Steven’s whisper echoes, “you killed me stupid bitch”
And I wake up to a half-dressed psychopath in distress
Standing over my bed with blood all over his chest
“I just escaped death!” he kept repeating, I finish waking,
Wait, I know this heathen, its Steven seeking haven…
