Yea, I'm half asleep and bored. Sorry this sucks so much, I've been having random thoughts and if I don't write them down, or type them up, I'll never remember them. Please, correct as much as you can!
In the night I can hear him speak to me.
His words calm me some,
Yet they frighten me.
He is kind, yet his words seem harsh,
Though spoken soft.
This man, name unknown to me, is not alive,
Nor is he dead.
He is a figment of my deep imagination,
I do believe.
But he tells me he is here for my soul,
So I think I must be dreaming.
It all seems so real though,
The ice in my veins,
The chill running up and down my spine,
This can't be a dream.
His voice echoes in the empty room,
Then silence
And I can hear myself breathe in a deap breath...
Then he is standing over me,
Speaking to me.
"Hell is the only place for you,"
He tell me and he stabs me with a small knife.
Then, I bolt up in my bed, a scream escaping my lips.
Just a dream, that is all.
