And alas!
The horrid demon has fallen!
And who was the one to slay it?
None other than your own head!
Alas!
You have pulled yourself out of this nightmare and inserted yourself into a new one!
Only in this new nightmare, you cannot die.
Only cry.
While the concept of reality slowly fades into being questionable,
Your screams are the only thing you can hear.
Once everything fades into the background,
A few objects remain.
The shackles on your hands and feet,
And the cloth gag that is bound to your head with a chain—
Like a cursed child’s headband.
The gag seems to press further into your mouth each time you cry,
Slowly sinking down into your throat.
It softly brushes against the opening of your esophagus,
And your reflexes kick in.
You choke,
Your eyes bulging out in terror,
The veins on your face becoming a fiercer blue.
Your cheeks flush,
And a hot,
Miserable bead of sweat trickles down your forehead as you struggle.
Further,
Further.
You sink into eternal madness.
Then,
Someone walks into the nonexistent room.
They have a syringe—
The metal needle shining brightly,
Even though there’s no source of light.
And they walk closer.
And then the needle is a spoon,
And the man is your father.
It’s just your father
Feeding you medicine.
You just fainted.
You know the drill.
The dark room was just the bathroom light turned off.
Same old, same old.
The chains are your leggings at your feet,
Because you couldn’t change out of your clothes completely.
The gag
Was just a suppressed scream before you fainted.
This whole thing
Was just a dream.