No face

I dreamt of a man with no face last night. I stared across a room at his face in awe of the lack of features. No mouth no nose no eyes. Simply pale flesh and bald round head. He sits in a chair tapping his feet. Suit and tie disheveled. I fear him but I feel my self slow move through the darkness towards him. A blur of motion and he is front of me. Standing there appearing to look down. I want to touch the smooth orb of a face but he blank stare. I find a marker in my hands. I want to draw his eyes. He leans close and lets me slowly create his eyes and eyebrows. A mouth and nose next. Cruel drawings I know for I am no artist. He steps back and what I draw starts to move and laughter escapes his marker lips. Follow me he whispers in a slightly creepy voice. I want to but something holds me back. His voices turns angry and his expression changes from what I have drawn. So much anger. I run through a door that appears. The world seemingly creating itself around me. A lake appears. I jump and feel the cool wetness surround me. He splashes in after me. His face melting and voice becoming more muffled. He grabs me and pulls me close and his face and body is becoming distorted. He gurgles one more sentence. You cant run forever...

One more sip....

The delightful hiss of the carbonated bottle as I use the the opener. Metal against metal. Metal against glass. Soon my liquid comfort will come. I lift it enjoying its almost euphoric smell. Soon numbness will be my only concern. Alcohol my only love. It solves my problems for a short foolish second. Forgets about the world and the tears drying on my cheek. How I wish I could stay there in my fog of bliss. Soon however it is broken and emotion finds me in my sea of numb. Tears spill again. Wishing for things I do not have nor it seems ever will. I take another sip pleading for it to stop but my amber gold doesn't not help. I lay down in my bed, wishing for arms to hold me. Someone to dry my tears. Someone to make me feel less lonely. The glint of the knife beckons across the room. Calling me to sing its bloody tune. How long can I fight its enchanting allure is game I play often. I resist most often especially when others whisper in the same room of their loves sorrows. Four bottles now down and gone. My unholy medicine not healing. Nothing can save me now as I hold a toothy grin upon my arm. Red roses appear softly never to deep to cause to much harm. I watch them bloom and adrenaline swell. Soon however, the night will claim me and the morning will bear my foolishness. Scars will last with each lonely memory. Only I know their truths and my reality... Whom shall join with my bloody alcoholic damnation? I wish this on no other so I shall wait and sip my comfort and damnation wondering what curse lays in my path next....