A death in the other house.

Im woken up every single night,
by this reoccurring dream
By the laughter of a child,
Starts as a giggle,and ends in a scream,

I wake up,almost instantly,heart thumping,head pounding,
A cold sweat drips on my bed,
For this child i have seen before,
Can't place my finger on it,too afraid to continue my sleep,

In this dream,
The child is happy,the air is filled with it's innocent giggles,
A spring in it's step,and a song in it's heart,
Takes my hand,leads me away,

I take it's hand,and we walk,
it's hands so warm,so small,yet a powerful grip,
it is smiling,from ear to ear,
i smile to,without no fear,

We walk and walk,
till a path is reached,
The road diverges,
And that makes the difference,

The child is now sobbing,
A slight whimper,changes into a vigorous outburst,
My hand is bloody,i draw it back,
A blade in the other,a deep stain on the child's shirt,

It twists and moans,and screams,
on the ground,gasping for air,
for what is left of this once beautiful child,
Now nothing more,than a hollow shell.

A piercing stare,from it's now somber eyes,
blood seeps through it's clothes,all the way to it's knee,
i stand aghast when i finally realize,
That This child was once Me..