Not Real

The cold is unbearable. Feels more eerie tonight. It crawls under my skin. Leaving me dreading the fright. Then a voice echoes. It whispers my name. It fills me with terror That I cannot explain. My gut dropped, chest heaved. My soul not in this realm. Not anymore. No, I am stuck In a world where nothing is well. So I run. Run as fast as I can. I do not stop, I do not break. I fought off the monster. That just takes and takes. But it's no use, not at all. It caught onto me with its knife. Pressing it against my throat Sliding it down, draining away my life. As every bit of my blood Drops under my feet. I felt the painful bite Of death's jaws and teeth. Slowly, the cold envelopes me. Then warmth, my body jolting up. It was just a dream, a nightmare Of what my imagination made up.