Nightmare

A walk through the woods On a cold Winter's Night, Brought up such terrors And gave quite a fright. I stepped through a clearing Bathed in Moonlight. A large lump Beyond Didn't look quite right. I stood above it, Hands reaching down, When suddenly it moved With a guttural sound. I quickly stepped back, But it was too late. I saw where you lay In your grotesque state. I wanted to scream. I tried not to vomit. For the state you were in, I could not comment. You lay in the mud, Half eaten by worms. It only got worse In no uncertain terms. Your eyes have been eaten, The holes filled with maggots. With roaches in your mouth, You lay there just gagging. Your arms had been mangled. Your legs had been torn. In that long moment, You wished you weren't born. Your clothes were shredded, Your body a mess. And yet, as you watched me, You smiled with your best. I'll always remember That walk through the woods. When my dreams become nightmares, There is nothing good.