A nightmare whispers in my ear
sidles down, spreading wasp-like wings
as it hisses between pointy teeth
words of chaos and confusion.
whirr, jitter, and chatter as I flinch.
Its consumptive rattle spraying spittle
emits a putrid scent reminiscent of rodent.
Milky blue and innocent eyed
yet dastardly depraved,
the imp reaches out
shivering with excitement,
ignoring my piteous complaint.
Oppressive gray skinned nightmare
barbed prehensile tail
your vicious stinger
the fallen rain
Between bouts of nausea
I watch him ******* breath from mewling infants,
opening plague tombs, unwinding sheets,
and I cringe with the fear of being buried alive.
Clinging to bones, scant hair on a withered head,
I cry burning tears,
my face seamed with scars.
Not dead yet, but powerless to refute him.
Leagues of the dead march by
rank after rank of their numbers
never staggering to an end,
I try to rise, wheezing , tongue swelled over teeth
eyeballs bulging, as their footsteps grow louder.
Still I dangle chained to this moment
as nightmare rears its head
but even more frightened of dying.