Ghosts were coming my way
As I was staring ahead
Senses revealed my name
Turning me into a statue,
Like a figment for seconds.
Then someone with no head,
With feet's big as house,
Had a knife in hand,
I couldn't change my position
I was glued to a spot.
Terror was in air
Then I whisper to myself,
"DO NOT LOSE COURAGE,
THEY ARE NOT WORDLY CREATURES"
I took a brave step towards the door
And then the door opened,
And stairs disappeared,
I turned to save my life,
Door has grown fingers with feral nails
Houses flying in the air
And had no volume,
Curtains enlightened silver lights,
And we're shrinking with speed
My feets were no longer ground
Because I was floating in the cloud.
I was in gloom,
Tiny holes of light
Begins to laugh with a screeching sound
And eerie noise follows whole scene was not a nightmare,
Nor a reality
But the SKETCH OF MIND.
©razpen
R