So Good To Awaken.

Wallace

Blank faces stare back at me.

Through their eyes no soul i see.

All around a cold damp fog.

From this scene i quickly jog.

Devilish voices call out my name.

With me these blank faces are playing a devilish game.

Stop they shout, come back and play.

Fuck off i shout, no bloody way.

I feel a hand upon my back.

Then on my face a hand does smack.

I fall hard to the cold damp ground.

Those blank faces are now all around.

I let out a terrifying scream.

I awake and realise all above was just a nightmarish dream.

 

 

  • Author: Wallace (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 3rd, 2017 02:24
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Anna Marg

    Sometimes nightmares seem really realistic!

    • Wallace

      So true Anna Marg, thanks for reading.



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