Nightmare

It slithers, across the cold marble floor

I can feel its presence,

pulling my senses towards fear.

I feel a gust of cold air

I get a chill, and the hairs on my arms stand up

There are no sounds.

No stars are visible, nor the moon

Just darkness and void as far as I can perceive

I hear a sound

Ba-dung, ba-dung, ba-dung.

In my hand I see a heart

It's beating, warm and pouring out the warm blood of life.

I look at my chest,

it's mine.