Subconcious Apocalypse

You close your eyes, and you're in a car,
It's moving quite slow-
You're not going far.

It's not clear,

Your destination,

Or even where you are.

A chill in the air,

A blink of the eye,

A friend he appears,

"It's time to prepare."

Through snowy blizards,

And wintery days,

A thought to the past,

Time unwinds it's mysterious veils.

You run trhough your trails,

Your roads,

Your trials.

You stop. You shiver. You Boil.

You die!

You jump for the light,

You crumble and cry,

You're moving away,

Getting dragged from behind.

A scary dark figure,

He's quiet,

And ever so familiar,

He's aproxiamtely your size,

No smaller,

No bigger.

He turns 'round,

Facing towards you,

"You're here free of charge,

But what did you do?

"You gave up your friends,

For money,

For fame,

And everything else untrue."

You bleed, you melt,

No one cares for your cries,

Thre friend is you,

The demon with lies.

The apocalypse lives,

'Till you open your eyes!