There is a man,
standing,
waiting,
The sun is burning along my body,
But I see black, and I feel cold.
I hear someone,
Screaming,
Crying,
Hurting.
I cannot breathe because I am so afraid,
I know he can see me,
I should try to run,
But I am... mesmerized.
The moon is black and the world isn't spinning,
Everything,
every single little thing,
has
stopped.
I hear a breeze flowing through the trees but nothing is moving,
I feel my fingers in the grass, the long thin narrow escape from a giant world,
The man is moving closer, the moon is getting blacker.
I cry for someone to save me, and I hear the mans laughter,
He is in front of me, his eyes are gleaming, he...
He smiles at me.
He comes into focus and I see his pointed teeth,
his narrow nose, and his harsh features.
I close my eyes, and start to count to three.
One...
Two...
Three...
The man is gone! The moon is white!
I feel at peace.
Smiling I blink my eyes in relief,
and I wish I hadn't,
The black moon is back.
I see a ripple,
reaching my hands forward I feel the liquid silver envelope me,
I have been looking into the water.
It was me.
This is a nightmare,
A nightmare I can't escape from,
Because this nightmare,
This nightmare is my deepest fears.
This nightmare is me.
