bluedawn84

I hate my dreams, all hued with red, night time stained with the blood of the dead. Drenching downpours soak the ground, I stand in the rain as it roars, all around. Though black as night, a faint light glows, the blood red moon casting crimson shadows. Thick clouds overcast, dark and looming, Unsure how long it will last, all fears consuming. The rain drowns out all sound like static, Though in the night faint sounds lead to my panic. A highpitch buzz, and deep thump like a heart, groaning voices whisper, My eyes begin to dart. Oncoming chills up and down my spine, unable to make any of my thoughts align. Tall shadows cast figures ni