Scary. Dark. Night. Fear. Hatred. Rage.
My dream. Its dark, everything is moving. I stand still, it continues to move. Spinning, topling, turning! I am scared, I cry out, no one hears. Something grabs me, I struggle, it holds tight. I look up, darkness engulfs me, I scream. I open my eyes, hatred fills my heart, I yell in rage. This is my dream, and I never seem to be able to wake from it.
tinkr-tailr-sldr-spy · Fri Apr 13, 2007 @ 04:23am · 0 Comments |