𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚎𝚛

DREAMER

Somedays, late at night, I lie awake, feeling like I'm living in my dream. Living in a world far from here.
Everyone says dreams are your subconscious telling you things. God, I hope that's not true for me.
My dream isn't bright or full of sunshine and rainbows. No unicorns to save me.
It's dark, ghastly, dreary, mysterious, chaotic, and catastrophic.
My dreams intimidate me more than they should. And it makes me very fearful.
Fearful for what my future might actually hold. What I actually feel.
Something haunts these ghastly halls. With their voices whispering into the darkness.
One stands out the most. The quietest voice of all, still heard among the screams.
Save me the voice whispers save me