Death

In my dream death is everywhere.

Old decrpit buildings covered in filth, with shattered windows, and battered remnants tower before me.

No matter which way I turn my eyes see only rot.

Barely any souls here as I walk alone on this dismal planet.

The Earth is littered with black ooze, squirming and gestating something I can not and dare not bare to imagine.

The black ooze begins to screech and shriek  even though they have no mouths.

I scream as I cover my ears, but it does nothing to block out the foul and horrid sounds.

Like a horrible siren only a hundred times worse.

Somehow I manage to escape this awful wailing.

Thousands of black creatures that swarm like locust cover the sky,  like an ominous black fog they descend and devour any unfortunate people  in there path alive.

I watch silently in horror from afar, men, women, and children become like minced meat in bodies being shredded apart until they are completely gone.

Creatures that look like mutilated bodies parts, walking ribs cages with faces, bloody legs with no torso,  arms that drag themselves by fingernails, stalk and trudge like beast in search of flesh and bone.

Even though I run, run into the forest to escape, gasping for air, panicked, clinging to sanity, a parasitic plant lunges at me and latches itself to my face; killing me in the most vicious manner.

Excruciating pain. My last thought, thinking this is the end.

I awake to find myself in lab, dark, cold, dank.

There I can see a beautiful woman, hair as black night, pale skin  white like the moon.

My eyes adjust and in shock I see she is naked, a large red blind fold the only garment she adorns, hanging in the air body aloft held by some invisible contraption I cannot see..

Her long black tresses cover most of her body, until she violently jerks  her head toward the black celing.

Shocking eyes behold  long, thick serpent like tubes piercing her body.

Hands, arms, legs, chest, neck, belly, legs, feet all skewered like a lamb meat.

Slowly syphoning her blood,  the crimson liquid flows through them like arteries into the darkness of the room.

She is screaming but there is no sound, her lips parted, face and tongue distorted in a hopeless rage.

Her undulating body spasms, heaving to and fro, the laceration from her wounds make crismson fluid leak.

Dripping blood pools beneath her and spreads everywhere.

No matter how long I watch

the blood….never… stops… flowing.

I cant reach her and shet can see me, she cant here, does’t that am I there.

Falling to my hands and knees, my body shakes violently.

Her blood is covering limbs rising slowly.

I cant tell which is worse the horrible creatures  outside wanting to devour me alive

or the endless torment of this lonely soul.

Then I know, I know,

This inst Hell,  This is my Mind.

In my dream there is Death everywhere,

but sometimes there is endless suffering.