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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Nightmare
[time] => 2002-08-05 19:32:09
[hometext] => Ever wonder how thin the curtain is between dream and reality?
[bodytext] => Tired... Frantic...
Most keep the pace... Running away, tripping, falling, Clawing myself off the hot concrete Now underneath my feet, Escape... the only thing on my mind, Running away, from what, I can't be sure. Searching for the one thing I know I won't find, A car, people, another road, a path... Anything but this long neverending driveway That I'm on. Can't escape... must run harder... Breaths coming in frantic spurts... Begging for forgiveness even as I feel myself Getting caught, feel myself knocked down By what, I can't be sure. My worst fear, doesn't have a face... Or it does, but I can't describe the face of evil. Then suddenly, he turns and I hear him, it, walking away.. And a crawl, drag myself off of the driveway and into the trees... But as soon as I move I hear him turning. Then I feel a flash of hot white pain Running through me, through my veins... A crooked trail of tears cascading down my face As I look into the face of evil itself And it's infamous dark eyes. Just as I start to hear it's voice, Start to hear why I'm being punished so I feel myself drifting away And the voice crying "NO!!!" And then I'm in my bed, Motionless, undisturbed, nothing to remind me Of the nightmare except the twisting of the sheets, And the gravel from the driveway in my bed. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 187 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ginsdance [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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