Do You Dream About Me?

Well...Another poem.
It's all practice I guess.
Lemme know! =]
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Do you dream about me?
Do you see my face in your mind when you close your eyes?
Do you still feel the cold sear of my soft skin give under the pressure of your hands?
Do you unwillingly re-enact the way my eyes widened as my skin paled?
Do you hear my voice?

Those deep, guttural, animal-esque moans?
Does it pain you?
Does it rake at your conscience like a gleaming razor?
Soaked, instead of blood, with your shredded thoughts?
Your sanity?
When you can sleep
do you wake up screaming?
I hope so.

I hope you're dying inside
And I hope it's a slow death
Just like mine was
I hope you remember
No, in fact...
I want you to remember the way I stopped struggling
The way you stared right into my hateful, pained, big brown eyes
As the life bled from my body
As all hope fled from my mind
As the only sensation I could acknowledge became pity

Because you killed me

And I would hate for you to forget
The way my body went limp
The second my skin turned to ice
The moment my spirit jumped ship
That fateful, torturous minute,
where you thought you had gotten away with it!

They say love is a very passionate emotion
But,
do you not recall, babe?
So is hate!