Sweating, tearing, screaming
Horrid things cloaked in black
Lies
Truths
Secrets
Hiding, waiting, sneering
Waiting for a prey
It's too real, it's like I can feel everything
Is it real? Is this reality?
The darkest part of my mind when I sleep
That part which chooses to rip and tear the insides of my mind?
To choose me as its prey for terror and slick and slither like a snake to find my
Fear's?
Why does it seem really, more than reality?
When I wake from these terrors I'm betrayed by reality
What is real?
What is fake?
I'm lost and worried
Scared to know...
Scared to see....
What is true reality?