I'm sitting in a blank, void of a room.
The only sound I hear is a buzzing zoom.
It would start in my left ear,
Fly though my eyes and tears,
Grow into a unbearable screech,
Then just vanish, leaving me without speech.

I have a fear of puppets of people I know.
Imagine my fear as my wooden friends started to grow.
My blank room now filled with my closest of pals.
Hanging by string, bodies limp, eyes of owls.
I start to weep that they can not feel.
I honestly believed that everything was real.

Everything is gone. They're is nothing but black.
I hear nothing but that buzz and a terrifying tap.
The only thing I can relate it to is a clock.
The tap sounded like time passing by, then it stopped.
Everything froze, and I start falling.
Nothing can be heard as I'm silently bawling.

I hit the ground.
My friends are dead all around.
As I look at the ones lost I feel remorse.
I realize where I'm at and think, "Of course."
I'm back in my stupid blank room, I can tell.
Starting over my dream of Hell.