Timeless Nightmare

A reoccurring Nightmarish Dream has become part of my perverse reality.  
 Supernatural forces fiendishly transport unsavory beings into my world from the most wicked realms in all of time.    
 I sit in a room all alone in my gloomy place of refuge where obscure ominous pictures of mysterious clocks hang on the spooky walls.    
There is an ornate hourglass positioned in the center of the room that seems to be floating in perpetual darkness.    
 The silver design and glass of the mystifying hour glass magically seems to illuminate, yet its surroundings remain pitch black.    
 It is almost as if it was cloaked in a shroud of total darkness.    
 I feel connected to its mysterious hypnotic power and I am overcome by the urge to touch it, causing my hand to bleed into the hourglass.    
 It is now part of me.    
 I am enchanted by it's beauty and power.    
 I stare at the mesmerizing limitless grains of black sand passing through the hourglass.    
 Each grain is a distant sad memory of my somber consciousness.    
 The disturbing walls with the clock paintings seem to be closing in on me.    
 I feel nervously linked to all of the bizarre cryptic clocks that suggest that they are binding me to all of my past and present demons.    
 The hour glass I pray is my redemption to turn back the sands of time and exorcise all of those torturous demons.    
 I am fearful that it could also be a gateway to release all of my haunting monsters, returning me back to my darkest days with their evil splendor.    
 A raven appears out of no where from the blinding black darkness of this windowless room sending chills down my spine.    
 He perches on the hourglass as if he were the gatekeeper to the underworld.    
 Why is this huge dark glossy black creature with a Bowie knife of a beak tinted with a touch of red as if it were dipped in blood perched on my destiny?    
 Is the magical forces possessed by the Raven revealing that he is possibly my prophet?    
 Does the Raven own the insight into my future, guarding the sands of my time in this earthly realm?    
 Can this divine messenger reveal my omens and foretell my future connecting the worlds of spirits?    
 The Raven escorts me into the exploration of the absolute all powerful dark powers of the hourglass.    
 I am obliged to use the hourglass to attempt to occupy the same space at the same time with my past inflictions coming face to face with my present horrors.    
I will reluctantly risk it all just to expel the evil haunting spirits absorbing my shattered life.    
I tremble with fear that my soul will crumble into the sand in the hourglass as a result of the presence of my past self destructive demons brought into my present existing darkness.    
  I seek sanctuary beneath the prophetic Raven.    
  Fearfully I sense that the gloom of death lies beneath the Raven's wings.    
 The grains of black sand appear to be running low to my dismay as they turn to ash in the bottom oval glass receptacle.    
 My living Nightmare is Timeless.    
 Death is Looming