My Petrifying Nightmare

A million shadows walk through my dream,

Their wailing haunts in another realm;

I can hear, but not in my world,

Crying in pain and misery,

In their home;

The black swirl.

I feel their icy hands around my throat,

The wailing gets louder, then I start to float,

Sinking into the terrifying blackness they call home;

Further,

Closer,

Nearer,

Now near death.

I hear them wailing, beckoning

me to join them.

Frozen,

Cold,

Paranoid,

Still floating closer into the dark void.

A shadow moves closer to me,

I see its face,

Torn,

Distorted,

Bleeding,

Then I see death.

I'm still floating, frozen

And out of control.

I see blood dripping all around,

I dare not move or make a sound.

I am still floating,

I realize there is no ceiling,

And the wailing is louder,

They must be closer.

The noise is cold and deafening,

They won't stop until I stop breathing.

Something leans over me,

but its not human;

Its face is distorted,

Torn into pieces.

Am I asleep or am I awake?

I can't tell.

The ghost roads are too disturbing.

I feel a boney ice-cold finger snap my neck,

my breathing quickens, and I sweat;

I feel blood trickling down,

I must wake now, but is this hell?

Something moves closer,

And screams in my ear,

Causing the world to disappear.

I lay in my bed shaking with fear,

I don't see the morning;

It doesn't come here.

Covered in sweat,

Drowning in cold blood;

I hear a voice,

"YOU WILL DIE!"

And I never wake up.