Feb 2019
I look up at the clock
I look back down
The page is blank
But the words flow out
I start to write
I start to worry
Time is running out
I can't breathe
Clawed hands reach out
They fit 'round my neck
They suffocate me
Until I'm out of breath
The claws push me back
And now I'm in the dark
I'm trapped in a box
Like a work of art
I breathe in dirt
Now I'm underground
Six feet under
Barely making a sound
"Let me out"
I hopelessly scream
"Let me breathe
Please hear me"
It's silent now
I've stopped trying
But I hear a whisper
Relentlessly saying
"Roses are red
Violets are blue
I got buried
So should you"
A nightmare I have all the time. It's weird how I never wake up screaming, I just wake up. Its like sleep paralysis, where I know I'm awake, but I can't get up. When my mind is awake, before my body is.
