Nightmare

Seems like when I'm up
I'm still at the bottom.
I can't even see the light anymore.
I've fallen so far
From the smallest of mountains.
How did things ever come to this?
I'm stuck at on the rocky floor
Of this never-ending well of despair.
All I want is to get out,
To see the light,
To breathe fresh air again.
I cry out for help.
A voice answers,
Sickly with corruption.
I do not care.
It is a voice,
And it belongs to a body.
I reach out my hand
To be pulled out.
A hand reaches back.
I stretch with all my might,
Desperate for the touch
Of a living person.
Our fingers meet.
Oh, the agony.
It spreads through my whole body
As claws sprout from the helping hand
Puncturing my wrist,
But I cannot bleed.
The life drains from me
As the sickly stench of death
Overpowers the staleness of the pit.
A cruel laugh
And I fall
Landing unconscious
Once again on the floor.
Such is my nightmare
And I cannot wake up.

Tags: Nightmares