I Won't Take Them!

All alone in a big dark house
you slowly go insane with each feeling of louse.

All your fears are letting loose
from the ceiling drops a ready noose.

"Do it! Do it!" the voices whisper
with each breath the air gets crisper.

you're scared, so you scream.
In bursts a killer team.

Many me, many guns.
Shots are fired. In-caves your lungs.

You try to run, you gotta run!
But alas each foot weighs a ton.

Your scare rises, to the point of panic!
In flies a man but his touch is tannic.

He takes you to a safe place.
Could this be the end of the chase?

"Of course not" you think as he turns to killer.
But Honey this is merely a filler.

Poor you running from the man of your dreams.
I guess thats what this one themes.

You know you're merely rushing to your grave?
I there anyone who can make the save?

Doom is inevitable, or so it would seem.
How should I know, it's your dream.