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.