Nightmare

Acrid smells

rotten fruit

eviscerated bodies

a lamp lit room,

dark corners

silhouettes

dangling corpse

nightmare

horror show

so crude.

shadowy figures

moving around

the room

spectral

a full moon

shines through

crack with in

this tomb

eerie cries

sudden screams

ears ringing

bells tolling

insanity

reigns

supreme

in the worst

place that

I have ever been.

Evil dwells

panic

cannot be quelled

hair prickling

on back of neck.

Fear is rising

goosebumps appear

I need to wake

get out of here.

 

 

 

 

 

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