Forgotten Nightmare

In the middle of the night, I struggle with all my might, but still, to awake in my nightmare, inside a forgotten fair. Where we rest on a hill, everything is quiet and still. But then demons chased me down, until I stopped to find a clown. Staring at me with an eyeless hole, shooting a bullet right through my soul. I saw an exit and started to slam, but then right behind me I heard a bam. Before I understood, I saw a doll in hood, and I started to faint, then later on I think I heard saint. I awoke with a surprise, along with thousands of cries. In front of me is the River of Styx, where I heard it to be fixed. I think I am going to die, or maybe that’s a lie. Because this is when I stop to scream, since I remember this bad dream.