I decided to write about reoccuring dreams, it has been the idea of my friends since son of them are so facinated by them, or -I guess- don't want to here me babble about them anymore.
I was sweating, almost out of breathe. My adrenaline was on high, higher than it had ever been. I could feel it; the shadow that visited me in my nightmares. It was a huge obese shadow, it was cold and heartless. It was a beast, a veil of oppressive consciousness that ached at the weak child I have in me. It represents all the hatered and regret that plagues my mind, all things I tried to forget, all the pain and suffering manifested in an impregnable force. I brought it upon myself, and now I have to wait. The shadow is lurking somewhere and I can't find it. I can smelt it's putrid scent. It clung to me like burning urine.
I was waiting for this "thing" on the pages of large book. I had to be the size of a fly because the binding and the covers were nowhere in sight, just the endless row of razor sharp pages that tore at my bare feet. I had no clue was I was naked and defensless. My body was hot and clammy and the paper was bowing beneath my sweating and shaking feet. I saw it! IT WAS FOLLOWING ME! It was reading my thoughts, I feel it chewing at my brain, throwing me into a stupor. I didn't know who I was antmore.
All I could do was run. I started anxiously trampling down the row of paper, it cut my feet like hot knifes, peeling my skin like a banana, deeper and deeper. It was right behind me now, I could hear it. The pages were wet, they were swinging too and fro. I could see inbetween them and they were endless. I was going to die.
It was touching my bare back. I knew it was feeling for my spine, it was going to ripe my verteabre out one by one, it was tantalizing my mind by repeating it. The pages kept bending and I lost my foot hold. It was over for me. In an instant I felt the pages glide through my hot flesh and cut me to pieces. I feel through the cracks. I feel through oblivion. Atleast it didn't get me. In a sense I won the battle... but I lost myself.
I got a little carried away, let me know how you like it.
 Bunn-eh · Fri Apr 27, 2007 @ 05:02am · 0 Comments |
