A Nighttime Visitor

You may find in your cloying dreams,
Sickeningly twisted figures invade your things,
And you may just find yourself waking with screams,
Cause of something that's not there.

You try to recite your vivid tale,
But it just doesn't reach the magnitude or scale,
Of the dream that made you grow hauntingly pale,
But in their mind, your listeners don't care.

For days you obsess out what's not true,
All because it came out of the blue,
That ghoulish fiends are out to get you,
But they wait in the bushes and just stare.

Could it be that the nightmare is real?
That fate has made it a done deal?
The Grim Reaper has signed with his very own seal,
Your fleshy coat, he will tear.

Your sanity has left you cold on the floor,
And your fleshly wounds show you won't take anymore,
Fate's made your abundance of life grow poor,
All because of something that was never there.