Red Company

Red company marches in
I scream! I'm livid!
This can't happen again!
In my room,
Here they are
Where they've been before
The hooded men I see -
Again, are locking the door
I'm strapped -
To the bed
Yes, I'm free as a rock
And the man who stands in front,
He is holding a glock
"Why must you point -
At me -
With that?
What did I do?
Answer my questions!
Who the f*ck are you?!"
But I can't see his face
What is clear but black and red?
If I don't think of something soon,
f*ck!
I'm gonna be dead!
My god,
This makes no sense
Why! This must be a dream!
And nothing has to work -
Quite the way that it seems!
So I spring -
Off the bed -
From the straps that aren't real
And I lunge onto the monster's -
Blood red cloak -
To unveil
I've pinned him to the ground
And I come to see,
What I wish I hadn't found
Alas!
The monster is me!

(Written on September 8, 2012)
© Ricky Randall
September 9, 2012