You are Still in a Nightmare!

Sweating in a winter cold night,
an eerie feeling you wanted to fight.

Out of your house made of wood,
someone whispers your name, a man in a black hood.

Looking at the window he drew closer and closer,
you ran fast as you can to a road of forever.

Grabbed by the hand you start to freeze,
hand of disease, the hood, the face of death it is.

You fought hard struggling to get free,
you woke up to see reality.

Then a whisper, calling out your name,
look its just an open window pane

A whisper, its your name he starts to spell,
maybe its the cold breeze, the sound of the wind, you couldn't tell.

The whispers louder now behind you,
you turned around afraid if what you heard is true.

An obscure black shape with a hollow voice it says "YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE!"

Hey WAKE UP! you are still in a nightmare...

---Moved from my Friendster blog, written on August 2006---