Black DreamStriking through my heart,
like a dagger or a sie.
Trembeling, glued to where I stand,
and my tension runs high.
My heart begins to quicken,
as my eyes dart all around me.
The fear of death is innimate,
it's bringer I am unable to see.
My breathing comes in heavy layers,
a spark in my mind never once lit.
The equivelent of a torture chamber,
right now, I just can't stand it.
The silence shatters at the sound of death,
of fear, of pain, of darkness.
As I await my fate in consistancy,
of one that could be so heartless.
I slowly squeeze my eyes shut,
on fear I began to choke.
And as I drew in my last breath.....