Tell Me How Am I Supposed To Move On When You Keep A Showing In My Dreams Every Night; You Stand Before

tell me how am i supposed to move on when you keep a showing in my dreams every night; you stand before a beautiful scenery but before my arms reach you reach you, blood starts trailing down the waterfall over the mountains and the sky turns the deepest colour of the vine   my father likes to drink. you turn into a rotten corpse trying to choke me to death. then i wake up.out of breath, drenched in sweat. i collect my sheets and hold  them tight under my feet. wrap my blanket over my head. hug my knees to my chest. i keep shaking until the sun comes out; even the thought of sleep has haunts me now. so do the memories of you, carved upon my spines where my arms do not reach.