My Imagination, the Nightmare Fuel

Rotting corpses, festering blisters on skin, burnt away by,
the fire of Earth's living Hell. Nightmares & Dreamscapes, converging upon the denizens of,
the festering planet. Consumed by raw nightmares, fueled, by high calorie octane, and alight with butane, and sulfur dioxide. The smells. The sights of human corpses, hung, eviscerated, raped, mutilated beyond repair.

Upon a hill, covered with. Broken bones, and volcanic ash. Obsidian crystals light up the sky. With black light. Darkness. The sweet, seductions of living Death, fall upon my ears. Musing me. Into coming, to the sides of them. The four horsemen.

Boom, crash. Ash falls from the underground volcanoes, as lava rains down from.
The pink sky. The realm of ancient Gods & Goddesses.

Nightmares, sweet musings, of one's. Imagination. I live on inside the dark. Hearts of mankind. Darkness, envelops all, regardless. Of how pure one is. They are still, corrupted, by the carnival of nightmares.

As I walk, crushing bones of all shapes and sizes, with my bare feet. I come upon, a circus tent. Enshrined upon the broken backs of human slaves. As I walk towards the foreboding tent. A pink pachyderm punches people. Powerfully pushing them back. Into a vat of toxic waste. The people watching, just stand there and laugh at the unfortunate victims. Of a carnival of terror.

Inside, my heart feels numb. As hideous clowns bring out human slaves, of all types. And torture them. In various, and insanely creative ways. Eviscerated. Raped. Skullfucked. Death is all that awaits them, but She never comes. To take their souls to the pink-skyed realm of Er'ndi'rela.

An obsidian spotlight falls upon me. And I am dragged away. Out of my seat, and into the center ring. I then become. One of those poor unfortunate victims. But, before I can transcend. A psychic shockwave, spreads throughout the realm. Erasing it, from my mind. I then wake up.

It was all a dream, I sigh. I remove the blanket, and look outside. As horror spreads upon. My horrified face. As I look through the window. Only to see. That I. my imagination, has become a reality.