something isn't right

something isn't right

the air is stiff, your image distorted

we are sitting on the couch, yet it doesn't feel home

something isn't right

an engine, loud and aggressive

a yellow jeep backs into the driveway, facing our living room window

something isn't right

bullets, hit you in the chest

immediately, you tumble to the floor

something isn't right

who are they? and

why would they shoot at us?

something isn't right

the blood makes a heart shape around your bleeding body

and i start to drag your heavy, heavy corpse away from the window

when i realize..

something isn't right

this is a dream

i drop your arm and leave you there

a sludge of guilt hits me, but

i brush it off because

i know that you are alive, sleeping next to me in bed

i wonder if it is time to wake up for work yet

but

something isn't right

why would i dream such

vile and terrifying things

unless

something isn't right

with me