AH! I WROTE A POEM!

I'm not normally a poetry person, so excuse the crappiness of this poem. It's from the beginning of a short story I'm working on, but probably will never finish. The story starts out with a girl watching a guy as he sleeps during class and penning the poem you see below. I love watching guys sleep...XD

Anyway, enjoy. Please R&R.

A flash of blue light illuminates the darkness—
Searching and probing, tracking a whim
Through a dreamworld, full of twists and crevices,
A face flashes close to the troubled eyes,
Frightening, pale, left to its own nothingness—
It flashes again, then disappears, lost.

To see the past, what cannot be undone,
Pulling and pushing to overtake the soul—
Replayed again without control, without remorse.
What is sanctuary, your Shangri-La?
And Heaven and Hell mix together,
Chasing you down a dark hall, deeper into the dark.

A red flash and the night is bright—
The hall is alight, but empty and infinite,
Scorning, humiliating, strange and horrible.
What do you see before you, covered in red,
Bathed in an evil so powerfully unfathomable,
Trapping you here for all eternity.

Watching you, waiting for you to move,
Trembling as you clench your fists. Twist your neck
To see what is around you, watching, waiting.
The world swirls, flashing and changing,
Going in and out of focus, the formerly sharp
Contrast blending together into one swirl of colors

You know you must escape, but where to?
If your mind haunts your sleep, where can you run?
Who can you trust, to keep the memories away?
Spinning, spinning, faster and faster, fading,
Falling, grasping—feeling nothing except
Empty space and the shell of what you used to be.