Death’s Grip
Shadows prance along the walls
I grasp the blanket tight to my chin
Nightmares of before flash before me
Werewolves, Demons, the Undead
Blood, Death, and eternal Hell
I cry out hoping someone will run to me
Rescue me, hold me, dry my tears
Oh how I long for someone to comfort me
Tears sting my eyes, blinding me
But the visions are stamped into my mind
I look around for any type of solace
The door creaks open
Someone who will protect me!
But I cower back in fear
As the cloaked figure points his gnarled finger at me
He beckons and grips hold of my arm
I bite my lip in fear and lash out
His hood falls back exposing decayed flesh
His eyes are of flames
Engulfing everything I am
Death has come for me again
