A Leak

A silhouette of fog smears itself upon my senses.

My mind wanes, my perceptions cease.

My strength relaxes, losing all defenses.

An image appears, perhaps only a piece.

Will the darkness consume me?

Why can't I escape?

My screams have no sound, my nerves can't even speak.

Where am I?  What is this place?

Sometimes our dreams have a leak,

leaving place for our nightmares to seep in.

The End

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