As I wake up,
I notice I'm in a forest.
It's cold.
There is white everywhere.
Cold snow is replacing,
My warm bed.
Tree roots replace my pillow.
I feel eyes watching me.
Pretty green eyes,
Those not of a human,
White fur,
Pointy ears,
Elongated mouth,
A moist black nose.
It's sniffing my cold body.
I feel dead inside.
I can feel the heat radiating
Off this wonderful being.
I can't believe how beautiful
Something can be.
Its fur so smooth.
As I reach out to touch it.
The head lean in,
And I can now smell
Its foul breath .
It fills my nostrils,
But I like it.
It gives me a sense of reality.
Just as my eyes close,
I see yellow teeth.
It is almost smiling at me.
But then I see its angry eyes.
I hear a snarl.
A sudden pain in my arm.
I can now feel my life force,
It's draining out.
I open my eyes again.
There's the moon above me.
The wolf is gone.
How long had i been asleep?
Why didn't it kill me?
How did I end up here?
Would I leave this place?
Or would I spend eternity here?
In my grave.
Next to me the snow,
Was stained red,
With blood.
I could see the open flesh.
That was the last I saw.
My eyes never opened again.
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Nightmare
PoetryIt's not what it seems it is. Your eyes can lie, a nightmare is everywhere. To anyone who knows me in real life: Yes, I am depressed, yes, I self-harm. But I write this for myself more than for anyone else, if you do decide to read this, I want you...
