18 September 2012
Painful thoughts punch through my mind, Like twisting tendrils of acrid black smoke, Probing and poking, Searching, seeking.
A presence passes through my body, A fleeting figment of my morose mind, Showering my senses, Feeding my fear.
Spectral canines cower at the corner of my vision, Fetid creatures made of fire and ash, Snapping and snarling, Vehemently violent.
Feline apparitions appear through the haze, Eyes boring into my head, holding my gaze, Prowling and pouncing, Menacingly malignant.
A sharp noise shatters my eardrums, I wake, wondering when it will end, Fearful and frightened, Never-ending nightmare.
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