Shane Ward- Age: 19

15 March 2008

Night Terrors

Cold and catatonic.

A continuous series.

Parasomnia.

Loss of persona.

Chainsaw fans.

Gritting teeth sounding flapping pillow cases.

Jet spray blood.

Youthfulness replaced by squalidness.

Fading away into the wooden doors.

Oaken corridor labyrinth.

Trolls.

Rag, tag, body bag.

Mannequin.

Lightning flash.

I can see.

Half consciousness.

Absolute blackness.

Deep shades of gray.

It's all clear.

I can see my skin cells.

Talking, flaking, conspiring...

Mouth sewn.

Porcelain mask nailed on my face.

The dark recesses of my mind draining blood.

Indentations around me interwoven with shards of tarnished, broken glass, power tools, and excrements.

Withering away.

Crown of compression.

Wilted dick...

Bedsores galore.