Something has taken control of me. My thoughts are not my own. I can feel it in all my veins. What is true, what's a dream? My dreams are becoming reality, and reality is becoming a dream. I'm becoming the culprit. I'm sleepwalking and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
When I wish for someone to get sick, they get sick. So I'm burying all those bad feelings. I want it to stop but I also want blood.
