dream

In the pitch black the dream begins.
im walking to nowere but i know this is the way out.
in the darkness a sound but its not heard, its felt
from deep inside the earth.
it rumbles through my feet and into my body.
it threatens to engulf me but i fight,it stops.
up ahead a dusty tunnel leading to a sandy, overcast world.
the grey lowhanging clouds move west at an incredible speed.
but there is no wind. the desert world is absolutly still.
i step through the tunnel when my eyes start to bleed,
i know this because im face to face with myself.
i drop to my knees screaming, covering my face with my hands.
i watch myself without emotion.
in an instant i am my self again holding my face.
i look up and watch all my teeth fall into my cupped hands.
Death.
Falling.
faster and faster, but there is no wind.
i know if i hit the ground i will die.
i do not hit the ground, but i do not wake either.
i fall through the ground and back to the top of the world
im falling towards the ground again mabey this time
ill wake up or die.
i dont wake up.