DREAM STATE

I know I’m lying here alive, half dead,

Horror and fantasy fill my head, never to stop.

I’m chased through the woods by a man with no face,

Hatchet in his hand for all eternity.

Always a different story, pictures in my mind,

I can’t wake up, I don’t know why.

Pushed from a rooftop on a never-ending fall,

About to hit the ground, monsters reach for the sky.

Up the stairs they walk me, I see the hangman’s noose,

Around my neck, the noose tightens as I drop in fear.

Demons that fly chase me from the sky,

Wicked sounds they make as I scream in the night.

Am I in a coma or bad dreams from my bed,

Could I be in hell, am I really dead?

My dream state does not end, a living hell,

In a cage full of snakes as psychotic souls laugh with delight.

Is this only but a dream state? Keith Garrett