The walls are closing in.
The ceiling's falling down.
The room is growing thin within.
No exit can be found.
The bricks are piled high,
closing all around.
Crumbling grinding stones
make a loud and unpleasant sound.
Dreams are interrupted as
I spiral down a nightmare's hall.
Whispers hissing with their laughs,
mocking me as I fall.
Towards the bottom I'm recklessly sped
from the fluffy clouds of my cozy bed,
into the darkness glowing red,
where creeping shadows of utter dread
somehow creep into my head again.
Spinning frightful webs to wrap me,
these shadows fight to trap me.
They relentlessly attack me,
with the eyes and legs that grab me,
jabbing me, stabbing me, making a snack of me.
Scrambling desperately to untangle this snare,
I fall into the darkness's coldest dark air.
Towards the monsters I fear, they collect far beneath,
grinding up bones with the gnashing of their teeth.