My Night With The Reaper

I Rise From My Bed,
The Smell Of Death,
Screaming,
Torturous Nightmares,
Fill My Head..
Black Darkened Room,
Glimmers Of Light,
Illuminating Outlines,
Awaking The Night..
I Start To Sweat,
Shaking Uncontrollably,
My Breathing Eratic,
Panic Falls Over Me..
The Black-Cloaked,
Scythe-Wielding Personification Of Death,
Hourglass In Hand,
I Near My Last Breath,
Waiting For The Last Grain Of Sand To Fall,
I Try To Shout,
I Try To Call..
But Fear Takes Over,
I’m Under It’s Spell,
I Cannot Scream,
I Cannot Yell..
The Last Grain Drops,
Comes Crashing Down,
All Goes Quiet,
I Turn Around,
A Glistening Blade Is All I See,
It Slowly Climbs ,
Then Sets Me Free...