I've been concentrating on multis a lot recently, and it's sacrificed my messages and imagery.
So I pretty much scrapped them for this piece and concentrated on the story instead


When Dreams Become Reality

My name is Emmanuel. My French family immigrated to America when I was only a small child.
I am being held in a prison, but I dont know where, or why, as I suffer from Lacunar amnesia (http://science.howstuffworks.com/question672.htm).
All I know is that I want to get out of here, because prison
is not a place for an 18 year old mixed race boy like myself to be trapped..

Surrounded by silence, I decide to lie down on the filthy bed in the corner of
the cell, and recouperate my thoughts. I notice a black crow fly past the barred hole
in the wall they call a window.....and my eyes begin to close.....


Stood alone in a field, surrounded by blood pools and death
Feel my hand holding a gun, as I try and take a deep breath
I look around...nobody...nothing...just silence...it's eerie
Struggle to remember what happened and put together a theory
I hear sirens in the distance, but I'm too afraid to move
So many questions to be asked, but to police I must prove
My innocence...that has been taken away in a single swoop
And I can't remember the cause, sirens! no time to regroup
"Put the gun on the floor and put your hands above your head!"
I figured "what if I didn't? Would they really shoot me dead?"


I awake once again, and wonder if I am standing on the edge between dream and reality
Did this really happen? Am I a killer?
I wish I could remember what happened! I don't know why I'm here!
And after crying tears of self pity, I rollover and begin to drift out of consciousness once more


Rewind...

Walk into the gun store, determined face, no weakness shown
Stride straight to the counter, and state in a serious tone
"Colt .45" without looking away from the owner of the store
Pick up bullets, pay the man, and head straight for the door
Trying to hold back tears, I'm pickin up pace in my strides
As I head towards the estate where these sick devils reside
Spot them hangin in the park, so I hide and load the pistol
Never handled a gun, but the situation was clear as crystal
Emerge from the bushes, walk over without a stitch of dread
No words were necessary, no fear, as I shot the 1st one dead


I jump out of bed, in a cold sweat. I cant believe what I just envisioned was true.
Why would I do something like that? I've always been such a calm guy.
I just don't understand. Don't understand at all. None of this makes sense
As I climbed back onto the bed, I thought "I wish I knew what was going on..."


Rewind...

Makin my way back from school, 1st report card, straight As!
Can't wait to get home and bask in the glory of mum's praise
Feel like nobody can touch me, like I was above everyone else
Until I see a situation that causes people's hearts to melt
Walkin past an alley, see a crowd of thugs surround a being
Shout "Hey!", they ran, and I can't believe what I'm seeing
Staring into my mother's eyes, lying naked on the floor..
Blood trickles from her mouth, must have beat her like a whore
I shout for help, but nobody cares for others in this world
Called 911 and tearfully explained how this drama unfurled
Thrown in an ambulance, I prayed for any chance of survival
And my soul shattered when I heard them say "Dead On Arrival"
Fell down to my knees, and I just couldn't breathe anymore
Felt rage growing inside me, emotions I never felt before
Like I was being possessed by the devil, he whispered to me
"The heathens you may seek... 8th Avenue, estate 6663"


Fast Forward...

I am awoken with a blow to the side of the head. I look up to see the prison warden staring at me
He looks as if he is about to rip me to shreds, again I dont know why. But then he opens his mouth..


I've been waiting for this day, you're finally mine, scum!
Don't you know who I am? Heres a clue...you killed my son!
Kill you slowly unlike him, so you can have a painful fatality
And you can be rest assured, this ain't a dream, this is reality

My heart sinks to my stomach, I guess the verdict was guilty
At the court case I can't even remember....
And now my mother is but a distant memory
And I fear for my life and soul
And wonder if I'll ever get out of this fortress alive
Or if I'll die in this forsaken hell hole...
Lord help me...