In Myself, With Myself

Laying down surrounded by ice; I try to sit up to get away, I'm being held down; I open my eyes and see myself, Laying down on a concrete floor in the dark; Eyes open in horror, body tense; I try to raise my hand, reluctantly it follows command, But my reflection twitches and doesn't follow suit; I try to reach out to myself, My hand is blocked by an invisible barrier; I try moving it but fail; I beat against it but nothing gives; Claustrophobia grips me like a beast, suffercating, unyielding; I scream but nothing comes out, No relief, no surrender, no help; Trying to calm myself and think clearly, The entity gripping releases, A monster relaxing its sharp-tipped fangs, Revealing torn flesh and blood; I try to tell myself that it isn't real, Trying to wake up from this horrible slumber I'm in; "You're dreaming!", I repeat over and over again, "You just need to wake up!"; I open and close my eyes, No hope; It's not a dream, Not now, not ever; So I'm here, Cold, alone, and muted; To myself, In myself, with myself