Am about to loss hope,
My mind ponders,
Anxious and terrified,
While trapped in a strong chain.
Days and years progress,
Trying to yank my arms from a grip,
Which torments my free spirit dearly,
Creating wounds that I couldn’t bear.
Just all over a sudden,
Horror voices purred in my ears,
The voices of two birds in the air,
Fighting till one of them felt to death.
I was furiously stunned,
As the dead bird resurrected,
Turning it’s shape into a black snake,
Hissing as it approach my trembling toes.
The second bird felt also,
And changed itself into a ghost,
Six feet tall with long nails from his fingers,
Holding the cup on his hands filled with blood.
Fear suddenly energized my weak muscles
My arms and legs instantly broke the chains.
But just after I was about to make a step,
My leg got trapped on a turned on chainsaw.
I cried out loud while witnessing the cut,
The smell of my blood attracted giant ants,
Who came in a group trying to feed my flesh,
The ghost stared and said; “till when pigs fly”.
“It’s impossible to be possible”
The snake added as it reached me,
Death smiled at me in the dark cave,
And the exit gates locked themselves.
That pressured my heart to relent,
Since hopes were blew by the winds,
Seconds later my sleepy eyes opened,
And realized that it was just a nightmare.
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