3.

Nightmare


At night, all is silent
At night, all is still
Birds, animals, people too
All lay down to rest

Under the stars, the campers lie
Up in the mountains, high in the sky
Three lay down to rest their heads
But one lies awake, filled with dread

For at night, the nightmares come
For at night, the terrors start
Steely-eyed, with poison in their whisp’rings
They circle on dark clouds of night

Closer…closer…here they come
His eyelids shut, the terrors start…
A wild scream echoes through the night
Heard only by the one in plight

Behind his eyelids, the images flash
He sees, as he has seen so many nights before…

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They turn the corner, hand in hand
The two youths, immortalised by love
They do not see the path they tread
Or see the homophobes waiting up ahead

A glint of steel.
The flick-knives flash
One, Two, the blades stab down
Three, Four, they’re back for more

Crimson, Scarlet, Shining, Glistening
The blood begins to pour
Gushing, Spurting, out all on the floor
No-one comes, no-one cares
-It’s just two little faggots
Caught unawares


In the mountains, the birds rise up
Squawking, Screaming, Frantically Flapping
On the leafy floor, three shoulder packs
Three head back to civilisation

In a gully, part covered by mould
The last looks eternally upwards, fast growing cold
Unblinking, Unsmiling, lips drawn back in an endless scream
The glistening red congeals on his chest…


Oh well, that’s one less faggot in the world
So who cares?......