It's two AM..
I slept an hour..
the worst hour
the longest hour..
I awake to
be surrounded by things
that do not belong to me..
In bed with some monster..
liquid white eyes..
small sharp teeth on his
otherwise perfect face..
I must be going crazy..
this is just a dream..
wake me up..
someone please..
I roll
I toss
I turn
until I fall out of bed..
I see a little boy who tells me
it is my fault he is dead..
Why I scream
who are you?
I get up..
I turn the light on
I think I must be awake..
Lights don't turn on in dreams..
Do they?
I pinch myself..
Yup.. I feel it..
Then I look into the hallway..
and see him standing there..
So tall..
So big..
Dead eyes made of stone..
Ohh God, he is back..
Again I fighr alone..
A ghost from my past..
waiting for his chance..
to finish what he started..
when I was just a child..
I know now
I am still asleep..
but this doesn't stop the fear..
He is so big..
I feel like a child..
Suddenly...
the lights go out..
Total darkness..
Now I am hysterical..
he wants to hurt me..
tie me up..
have his way..
watch me bleed..
laugh as I pray..
as I plead..
nothing stops
his endless needs..
not in life
not in dreams..
he knows where to find me..
no matter how far I run..
he is always waiting..
at the setting of the sun..
Waiting in my room..
or right now in my hall..
I have run from him
all my life..
but he knows me
all to well..
perhaps this time
he will follow me
strait into the depths of hell..
I cannot seem to escape
in my mind
his evil dwells..
He catches me..
throws me down..
Then I do awake..
Now to afraid
to close my eyes..
My heart beating so fast
I cannot catch my breath..
Wishing I could sleep..
Just one night..
Just one time..
but knowing I cannot...
control my subconscious mind.
I think at times
I would give my life..
Just to sleep
one peaceful night..
Damb!!
Boo.....this is scary....you sure that was not "Ted" wanting his money.I can catch a hint if I see one.....lol.....
Love this was a great X-files kind of write
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by Ted Sheridan (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
I can not sleep either, I tried prayer, but he keeps waking me up with more questions such as, "How much did you say you owed me?"
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J (Reader)
Reviewed on February 23, 2003
I believe it is surely 2 A M right now at least when you wrote it if my time calc is right.
Erica, there is some thing called prayer. Pray before you go to bed and trust in HIM. And you will get your peaceful sleep.
You have expressed your feelings wonderfully and if it is not for the timing I would think it is just fiction. But as it is it sounds so real.
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Love this was a great X-files kind of write
Love
Tinka
Erica, there is some thing called prayer. Pray before you go to bed and trust in HIM. And you will get your peaceful sleep.
You have expressed your feelings wonderfully and if it is not for the timing I would think it is just fiction. But as it is it sounds so real.
Love from India - Joel -