I can see my room
spinning dangerously
i can see my home
leaving me secretively
i see nothing,
not the ground under me
as i sit. where?
i do not know
as i sit under the unseen stars
feeling a cold breeze i ask
how did i get here?
where am i? now my first flash of fear
where am i?
am i dead?
did i die?
no.
i can feel the blood
pounding in my head
like a flood from the river unknown
i try to run to a place i have grown
i can see it now, in my head
i am at home in my bed
but still i cannot see
what the hell is wrong with me!
i sense people
i feel their hands
holding my down while i run
while i pound on sights door
i try to scream,
but it echoes in my head
like a bad dream
why cant i see?
why can i hear?
the blackness is closing in
all i can think is...fear...
coursing through my veins
is something i am unfamiliar with
i think i had but for all that it gains
i should have just given in
to the darkness that encloses my world
i want to kneel to the power
holding me with unforgivable strength
it takes but one breath
say the words that i cannot
i feel my heart beat
pounding in my chest
i want to lie down
i want to rest
my legs feel like lead
i see my room..
my bed..
images filtering through my head
it was a dream
just a dream
