On and Off, On and Off

The light flickers on and off
on and off
on and off.
That music is playing through my head again.
I can hear my name being called out again,
even though I know I'm the only soul for miles around.
It plays that music as it shows me images
and my mind's eye is held wide open.
The violence plays on an infinite cycle.
I am troubled by what I see.
A woman screaming in terror as she's stabbed.
A man pleading for his life; then, a gunshot leaving him silenced.
Others come too, before the light flickers on again.