Anne Unknown

(15-09-1995 / Den Helder, Netherlands)

Breathless awakenings


I fall asleep after a while.
Then the normal routine happens....
My everyday nightmare returns...

When I awaken I don't remember exactly what I dreamt of,
but I remember demons, lurking in the shadows,
Werewolves and other monsters attacking me when I stand defenseless,
Vampires feeding off my blood,
And falling in black abliss.

I awake within the nightmare itself,
I awake breathless and sweaty,
I look around and I see only hell,
Fire all around, burning the doomed souls,
And then I change,
I become one of the monsters which I have feared so passionately.
I attack and feed off other defenseless people,
And watch them awaken as monsters, too.

I awaken in my bed, breathless,
And I inhale deeply,
I remember the Other breathless awakening,
And shiver.....

Submitted: Thursday, November 05, 2009
Edited: Friday, November 06, 2009

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  • John Mcmanus (11/11/2009 5:19:00 AM)

    This is full of scary images and nightmarish descriptions, but it's well written and carries itself well, good job Anne, keep it up. (Report) Reply

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