Scenery, thunder clash; shady and weary
depressing gloomy grim shadows
surrounded by the pressures of dreary
swarms of echoes pounding arrayed
thick as D-day armies invade
buzz viciously; snare at the eardrum
feelings of fear, so numb
cold as an underneath frozen tight casket
but the burning heat feels vicarious
visions of blood deep as baskets
no voice but still can hear screams
scrunched dandelions, brunt greenery
thousand whispers of fires screeching
trembling roars of sound
flashes of flashback of killers faces
dark round the eyes almost purple
Can you hear the wickedness as it chases?
rhetorical; red rushes enviously for no reason
wakes of aching pains
foundation ripped astounding
rise pounding of the heart beat that says
"I'm falling, I'm falling
drowned as darkness creeps
I'm falling, I'm falling!"
Fears in the face....
Life is but a dream
but mine is a nightmare as though it seems...