I dreamt last night that I killed a man

I carved into his skin the words I long to say

I stabbed his chest with a cold steel blade

But you know what, what I find strange is

I was not met with any resistance

This man did not fight back

No cries of agony, no calls for mercy

The seven inch steel blade cutting

Flesh, apathy, disillusioned thoughts alike

And instead of red blood

A surreal indifference oozed out of the wounds