Welcome Me To Your Eeriest Dream Poem by jolenish fiber

Welcome Me To Your Eeriest Dream



How is it that I see things never before seen in my unwoken moments,
in the slumber of unconcious evils?
I enter a dressing room, all white and lit, in this long hallway.
The curtains are moving, but there is no wind to move them.
In the midst of the white flowing fabric, I see all of them.
All of them are mangled in position, parts from their bodies missing,
and I realize the curtains are not just white, they are speckled in a bright red.
Everyone is dead in their puddle of blood,
stripped of their cloths, stripped of their very skin.
I try not to move too swiftly, or breathe too loud.
I am surrounded by people that are still alive,
alive in their own nightmare in their slumber of unconscious evils.
Their nightmare is this: they enter a dressing room, all white and lit, in this long hallway.
As the curtains move with no wind, they see me.
I am mangled in position, a part of my body is missing, I am stripped of my cloths, even of my very skin... who will save us?

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