Childish Fears
Running for fear they would catch me,
The canyon closing in,
I had to keep running,
Ahead I saw an exit sign,
It was almost over.
I fell through the ground,
Into the dark abyss,
I screamed,
Looked up to see,
The hole closing.
I then fell into a rollercoaster seat,
Sat up to get out,
Only to find,
I had been tightly strapped in,
With a jolt it started.
Heading downwards,
Into the purple mist,
We went through impossible loops,
Shot straight across,
A fiery pit of death.
Somehow I made it,
Until it reached,
A complete stop,
Was it truly over?
I quickly got out.
Before I made it out,
To the cobweb infested doors,
Footsteps,
Sweat dripped down my neck,
Turned towards the sound, to find Lisa Simpson,
With her face half melted off.
I didn't stay,
I ran out the doors, into a dark and ancient graveyard,
Dodging skeletal hands,
That ripped through the ground,
Quickly glancing around,
To see an opened tomb.
I ran in it,
Breathing heavily,
I took a short rest,
Laughter shook me,
Out of my peaceful feeling.
I knew that laugh,
I knew it very well,
Fear struck my body,
I turned around,
To face the rotting crypt keeper,
'Welcome to your doom' he laughed.
I screamed as loudly as I could,
I awoke with a start,
Sweat dripping down my face,
Looking around the dark room,
Moving closer to the corner of the bed,
Awaiting for mornings light.