This Nights Run

(for somelikeithot's INTERPRET YOUR DREAM comp.)

This silly cheesy new age dream,
Walking dead chase after me.
And in the car sits my sisters.

Two little girls,
Pretty and smart,
Begging me with open arms-
Sister save me.

Oh, end the day of gray,
Never let those monster eat me.
Take away all the pain,
Hide away somewhere safe-
So we may never fear again
Sister please.

Sometimes I can't reach them,
Can't find one or the other,
And everything of dirty rubble,
Strategically placed to stop me.

The car will flip and send us flying,
While our parents disappear-
To gray hands and flame.
Monsters in every sense climb in.

Once I had a gun.
something big and blocky in untrained hands.
How was I to shoot?
Didn't know how, didn't know who-
Just may our fears end.

Before they are dragged away-
Again, again-
Always and again!

I dread the nights,
Running down streets deserted,
Gray day and smog-
Worlds on fire.
Chased by limbs and dead feet,
Holding those little hands so tightly,
They scream.

Until they disappear.
All alone.
Which nightmare is worse?

The last thing,
I ever see, always feel,
Gripping down from under me.
Squeezing at my leg,
And clawing to the bone,
One dead gray hand.