Terror of Blunder

Terror of Blunder Deep inside the ocean’s heart A man in black holding a bat Brain ruled by resentment Hypothalamus painted with black Trepidation took over my body As he moves towards me slowly Evil sneer I can still see clearly Despite his Prada’s large hoody Palpebral met bulbar rapidly Then tears sprints continually My voice box abandoned me My bones enervated suddenly I hear no footstep or any noise The place is hushed and so I peeked Nightmare met me, he is too near He raised the bat then jeered Meters to inch within a second From my frontal, blood drifted I feel the pain; ‘think it is my end I waited but why can’t I be dead The bat fiercely moves up and down Repeatedly reached my skin and bones I felt indignant I do not deserve one I just finished the job started by some I am terrified and so I hastily awoke I wobbled, I cried; I am terribly stuck Euthanasia, I should not have done it Every minute you’re piercing my heart