Lucid

Most of it is blurry,
And for that, I'm grateful-
Waking in a hurry
From those eyes so hateful..
Chatting with my mother,
The day bright and beaming,
Just like any other,
Except I was dreaming..
Somehow I realized
That I wasn't conscious,
That was when in her eyes
I saw something monstrous.
Everything around me
Stood completely still,
Save for those fiery
Eyes that craved to kill;
Burning coals through my soul,
Embers that overwhelm,
In those cold empty holes,
I witnessed my true Hell.
It was like I'd summoned
Something so abysmal
That it's eyes could bludgeon,
Leaving my soul dismal.
I panicked and I scurried
About the frozen scene,
Never more so hurried
To flee from a dream.
Luckily I awoke,
To a cold December
Before that Demon spoke
Something I'd remember.