It's happened before and somehow, deep down, i knew that this would happen again.
Running.
I am running as fast as i can, trying to escape this ill fate.
Knowing that I can't.
I attempt to force myself to breath.
It doesn't work.
But, then again, you're not supposed to breath underwater.
Which is where I am.
My legs have forsaken me.
My breath is long gone.
My life is slipping away.
My blood is boiling.
My soul is being tortured.
It suddenly hits me.
The darkness.
It has waited patiently.
But I now decide that it must wait for a while longer!!!!
I push it away and regain my consciousness.
I sit up in bed.
The dream, no the nightmare, has once again robbed me of a peaceful sleep.
The reoccurring nightmare.
But I guess that my nightmare is just a premonition of the chain reaction of my life.
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