Think of the worst nightmare you could ever have - dream deep into your most hidden
fears. Dream of molten silver, claws, fangs, and venom dripping, eyes crying
tears of acid rain. Think of the most violently perverse scene you could
imagine; now look deeper, to the ones you won't let yourself think about.
Add darkness, sylabant shadows that move, think, breathe. Listen closer
to the voices whispering in your ears, of tortures yet to come. Take that
helpless feeling you get when you can't move and the weakness you feel when you've
been violently ill, and multiply it by the fact that you know you're perfectly
healthy. Take the monster from the hidden depths of you mind. Not
the one that's dangerous and exciting, but that one, the voice in the darkness
that makes you want to run. That raises the hairs on your entire body and
fills you with nothing but a violent irrational fear. Let your minds eye
watch as its hands caress you, as the screams that are begging for release war
with vomit to be the first to leave. As you choke on your own cries for
mercy, released unheard into the darkness, as they echo back to you. Listen
to the joyous screeches, screams, moans and cries of your tormenters as you feel
skin pulled away in layers, and their laughter as you nearly snap. Brought
to the brink, only to
Passing on the Nightmare
Close your eyes.
be pulled back so everything can start again.
And in the morning light, as you struggle to collect what's left of your battered,
broken shell. As you attempt to forget the horrors you, somehow, managed
to survive, you have one last memory to live with. No matter how you deny
You liked it.