Killer In The Midst Of Dreams

by Rich   May 21, 2004


Your eyes widen,
Your pulse races,
Your mind is surrounded
By maniacal faces.
Sweat pours from your body,
Your limbs start to shake,
You cover your ears
But your body still quakes
And trembles.
Your face resembles
A pale white sheet.
Your brain feels the heat
But your conscience is cold.
Your arms and legs feel heavy
And you start to feel old,
The feelings take your strength
They eat every ounce.
You collapse to the floor
And the fear hides again,
Ready to pounce.

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