Running through darkness
No destination in mind
Ahead is the dark fortress
Where evil things hide.
You look down
And are running on air
No time to panic
You must get there.
The gates are covered in thorns
The walls are ice
Vultures fly over head
With cold black eyes.
Stone rain begins to pour
Hitting everything in sight
You battle not to get hit
With all your might.
The stones make a thud
As they break through your skin
Blood makes thin streams down your body
As you're hit again and again.
Soon you are a bloody pulp
Laying on the ground at the mercy of God
Begging and praying
This won't go on.
You bolt straight out of bed in a cold sweat
Just another wicked dream...
Inspiered by a song called Wicked Dreams by Elton John. His Wicked Dreams and my Wicked Dreams are VERY different though...
