It woke me up in the darkness. Stark resonance in my brain like well tuned chimes. Off the sweat soaked bed, my feet only walked me further into this nightmare.
Hammering down the hallow halls, pounding on unopened doors. It is so black. Like a lack of absolute light, this fearful endless night pulses its unearthly chant reeking of this black future.
There is nothing to hear anything anymore, everything is filled with this dark dreaming. My running turns to falling through a dozen dire decisions, a kaleidescope of turbulence. A tour of things turned hopeless.
Now sprawling, weathered, exhausted, beaten against belief. I wake cold like steel decking, ice in my veins, still running like a sleeping dog. Suppressing a mewling desperation, I rake back the sheets and stand on real feet.
Pacing into the hall, listening to silence behind unopened doors, creeping over the creaking boards I dismiss this black future, I wipe my dreams clear under cool running water and the peeking dawn light.
