This is a story of a tormented soul who is caught between having what she dreamt of while still longing for the terror she cleanly escaped- or so she thought. This is…

The sacrifice of a dream…
By Edward LIMITLESS Taylor III

She had it all in hand, the hidden desires of her dream man, yet she began longing for the mistreatment, the arrows of deceit meant for her dreams, sucking her vision dry leaving nothing to hope and when she awoke from this fantasy her dream man asked her if she could see them dwelling in the valley of passion.

He brought her gifts everyday. He would play her heart strings, a sweet melody they would sing, bringing her esteem to the level of queen; but she secretly stood plotting and lusting for the harsh words that mocked at her every aspiration. Giving her the feeling of ending it all- as if death would call off the dogs bitting and devouring at her soul…

Her nightmares painted vivid scenes, her dream man attempted to comfort her morning screams, his heart even more driven to cleans her of the tortured images in her mind, but she still found her soul crying out for the seduction of her abuser,

As if the confusion in her released a sense of pleasure her dream man could not satisfy, no matter how hard he would try;

And every-time he would ask about her past she would shed tears of sorrow, while inside she laughed, as if to say the pain was her validation or the reason she refused to forsake the memories of her scared heart…

Now comes her dream man with ring in hand asking for her vow of love. He came granting her promises pure as a dove adorned in sanctified white,

But still, upon the battlefield of her mind, she felt her soul was defined by every bruise she suffered, every drop of blood she shed, and every expression of the antithesis of love that was said.

Even still she excepts his hand flaunting the ring of her dream man. She begins to think, “now’s the time to release myself from all the darkness of my past;” transitioning herself into the realm of light. But no! the thorns of bitterness claim their grip making a three fold cord that’s not easily ripped.

Now after years of this struggle her dream man is brought to his bare essence, pledging his love still, even unto death. For the love of she he willingly would express in the giving of his last breath. Hoping that this final display of his heart would free she from the bondage of tragedy.

Her dream man gasps his last in the effort to win, but her nightmare traps her heart again she willingly opts for sin,

Lusting to be trapped in the maze of depression, where she awaits the resurrection of the man of her dreams, hoping once again he would bring an everlasting peace to her lust-filled screams;

Once and for all quenching the flames of her malicious nightmares, by the bloody sacrifice of her mans dream….

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