A Dream

I release myself, dazed, into the blackness.

My conceptions are warped, but I can’t show. 

I twist into the realms of a false reality;

I’m dead, nonexistent as far as I know.

A figure dressed in shadows runs towards me;

it has been resting in my subconscious,

waiting for my mind to open at night.

Anxiety crawls over my heart; I'm nauseous.

I turn around and bolt.

I run with all my might,

but I'm not gaining ground.

This must be my poor plight.

The dark cloak circles me,

as if preparing to pounce on its pray.

This is true, this is all so real. And now

I stand in a crimson puddle; I'm not okay.

Not realizing my numbness,

I react to the sight as if I were in pain.

I scream but no sound is emitted.

I am twitching; going insane.

I plummet to my knees;

there is a hole of despair within me.

What can I do; I’ve lost my strength.

I stare at the dirt as my tears flee.

As my sorrow falls, the Despised raises its sword.

As my woe meets the ground, the Despised swings it down.

A daisy grows beneath my nose. Oh Lord!

I smile and rejoice: “There is hope!”

as the Despised takes my head for its crown.

My corpse is dragged to Hell with a rope.

I awake;

a figure dressed in shadows runs towards me.