I'm in that dark house again,
but my dreams can't hold me hostage anymore.
I can't stop them, but I can control them.
In those twilight moments
where I stand in both the dream world and in reality;
I get to choose how the scene plays out.

I'm in that dark house again
he's in here too;
this chase is never ending, but now I am ready.
Each night we practice this ritual,
dodge left, run faster.
I've found a place to hide.

I'm in that dark house again
hearing only my ragged breath and pounding heart.
Be still! Slow your breathing... calm your heart.
Listen, can you hear the house?
The house is alive with creaking wood
and wind blown branches scratching at the window.

I'm in that dark house again
but I am in control.
From my hiding place I can hear him breathing;
His breath is quick with excitement.
Stealthily he creeps about the house looking for me.
As I close my eyes the sense of hearing grows stronger.

I'm in that dark house again
listening as he trys in vain to find me.
Now I can smell him;
like sour sweat and old cigarettes,
I try to keep from retching.
In complete control and safe for now I make my plan.

I'm in that dark house again
he is searching upstairs for me.
I quietly open the door of my hideaway
and tip toe up the stairs to follow him.
He turns around as if to strike,
but is frozen in fear at what now stands before him.

I'm in that dark house again
and I am not afraid.
My eyes illuminate my path as if they were glowing embers.
Embers of hatred and rage.
As he takes note of my change his blood chills.
The hunter has become the hunted.

I'm in that dark house again
enjoying the sense of physical strength building inside of me.
I can feel the sting on my knuckles
as I pummel his face and send him reeling to the floor.
I can hear the delicate facial bones crack
and can smell the stench of his fear.

I'm in that dark house again
standing over the man who forever chases me.
He is still breathing, but barely.
I smile with twisted glee
as I notice that he has soiled himself.
How does it feel? I ask him, How does it feel?

I'm in that dark house again
another night has fallen.
He's back again and set for a merry chase,
but I can control my dreams.
So each night we dance to this ironic song
of power and revenge, of making it until morning
- in that dark house -



~Boo-Damphir