Hell of a Dream

In a dream I saw Satan.
Fat and unshaven
he came for me,
wearing a black tuxedo
and red cummerbund.
He took me down the hall
to a room, one I didn't remember.
There were no flames
or smoldering heat;
nothing to give fright.
Just a dark room
and a single light.
"Do you remember?"
He said.
And in the light
she appeared, and he was gone,
out of sight and mind he went,
and I was back
in a moment that was
long past.
Seeing her as I did then,
for the first and last time.
Feeling as I did then,
that she was,
meant for me.
She smiled,
and the voices came.
"She likes you."
"She loves you."
"She wants you."
They said.
And I knew they were right.
They took me through a life,
a life with her.
One filled with joys
that I never knew.
They showed me all
that was to be,
and I knew it as truth.
I smiled back,
only slightly though,
I don't know why.
Though I knew what was to happen
I could only say "hi"
as I caught her eye,
and could not stop
my body from walking past.
The voices enraged,
shouted for me to stop,
to do something, to say something.
"Turn back!"
"What are you doing!"
"You spineless pussy!"
They screamed.
The onslaught I deserved
lasted an eternity
for they had no breath to lose
nor throats to hoarse
as they constantly reminded me
of the life I had passed.
Then they were gone
and he was there
in the back seat of car
that I didn't know,
Though the driver was familiar.
"Do you see?"
He said.
As the driver turned
and was me.
But this was not
a memory.
I knew that for sure.
I had never driven a Mercedes before.
So we drove with me
for a while.
Pulling up to a building
that I didn't remember,
but saw that I
knew where I was going.
Then the voices were back
and he was gone.
"You dropped out!"
"You quit!"
"This could have been you."
They said.
Taking me this time
to a place I did know.
One I had been to
many times before.
My parents younger, stronger
stood before me.
"Your doing what!"
My father yelled.
Mother was only able
to look worried.
Again I tried to stop myself,
but could only watch
as the words came out.
"I'm dropping out."
I said,
as thoughts of success
swam through my head.
"Stupid!"
"Quitter!"
"Your throwing your life away."
The voices said,
and again showed me
a life I was to have;
taunting and teasing me with it.
With each choice I had
they were there,
staying to torment and ridicule
the decisions I made.
Then they left me with him,
alone.
We stood in the bathroom,
my life a memory,
a regret.
"Their hell to live with,
aren't they?"
He said,
as I woke.