Nightmare.

No way out, no hope of escape,
Fell into darkness, lost in the mist,
No living thing in my sight,
Not that I see much, but I clench my fist.

What is this place, where am I, and how?
Last I remember was, well it figures,
Dark damp place, my mind is blank,
Surroundings are just shadows, unmoving figures,

Dampness, the condensation of mist on the walls,
Silhouettes, the shadowy shapes, they dance,
In fear I stop, silent as air itself,
I advert my eyes from a fiery glance,

Their eyes are dull, but bright in the sense,
I can see there gaze through the no-light ,
Their heads to to the side, in wonder of me,
They know that I'm here, they move, ever so slight,

I try to move, but it's paralytic, that stare,
My feet are like stone, solid and weighted,
Their arms are stretched out, coming closer still,
I feel this is ending, as if it were fated,

Nothing can feel, what I feel now,
I feel nothing, death upon me,
The hand grasps my wrist,
Now it is clear, now I can see

Their faces are deformed, like death it's self,
Their hands are bony, strong but frail,
Their teeth bite down hard,
I feel the pain and let out a wail,

It tastes my blood then bites again,
My arm goes numb, and I feel dead,
My heart grows weak, but more still comes,
I gain a dizziness inside my head

The creature seems to continue to drink,
I feel it coming, the eternal scare,
of what seems for all that's now done
I wake, yet another nightmare.