The end

A bad dream or a prophecy of the end?

The End

 

My eyes start to close,

Sleep comes to me,

Off to a far away land,

Drifting off to sea.

 

The clouds gather like a storm,

The colours start to merge above,

I begin to dream of fear,

I begin to fear of losing love.

 

I open my eyes,

I feel disheartened and cold,

Standing in a feild,

Armed and standing bold.

 

I held a dagger in my grip,

A dress as red as blood could be,

Then Im back in a boat,

Drifting out to sea.

 

I could feel the dagger,

It's heavy in my hand,

Like holding two bags of sugar,

Standing as if I was in command.

 

So I drift off to sea,

Being thrown with each wave,

I am all alone,

With no one left to save.

 

The end of the world,

My legs feel like lead,

I wake up gasping,

Back in my bed.