Disclaimer: I don't own Freddy or anything about him .BUT I do own the victim of this poem so don't touch! or I will hurt you.
author:taintedlove1328
Nightmares
As I lay here in my bed
I glance at the clock
and know it is time to lay down my head
as I do.
I close my eyes
an image of him flashes by
it scares me so.
I not dare close my eyes and drift off...
to sleep...
to dream...
for if I do
I will see him
this nightmare in the flesh before me
he'll fan out his blades beside my head
and so enough I'll be dead
then I'll be one of them
one of his children
clad in my white dress
I'll sing his song
that awful song
that plays in my head over and over again
I can't let that happen
so, I lay awake in my bed
staring at the ceiling
thinking of what's at stake
can I beat him if I try ?
no, he can't be beaten
not in his world
where he rules
over everything.
I must do something to stay awake
but what ?
I pick up a pencil
and begin to draw something
when I finish
I notice what I had drawn
it was hiss house
that dreadful house
he plagues my thoughts by day
and haunts my dreams by night
maybe...
I should let him kill me
I know he wants to
let him finish what he started
I am not one to leave things undone
so, I shall
I close my eyes
and slowly drift off to sleep
I 'awaken' in an all to familiar boiler room.
I feel the heat and the steam
against my skin
it causes me to sweat
making my skin glisten
I know he's here
but where?
I slowly step forward
cautiously continue on.
I hear the ominous screeching of metal against metal
I know he is close
I can feel it.
just then he steps out from behind a boiler
he stands in front of me
striking a menacing pose
I tremble as he comes closer
my fear gives him power to take my life
he feeds off of it
he walks slowly behind me
running his blades down my arm
he swiftly slices my tender flesh
the blood streams down my arm
and drips to the boiler room floor
sizzling as it's moisture evaporates
he then suspends his blades just inches above my frilly white gown
with one hastily slash
he tore open my gown
along with my stomach
I feel a sticky crimson liquid
ooze from my fresh wounds
clenching my stomach
I fall to my knees
blood still pouring out
like a waterfall
dark thick crimson blood
I fall to my side
I lay on my side trembling
I am turned away from my nightmare stalker
he kneels down beside me .
gliding his claws down my back
cutting into my flesh
just to hear me scream
he then turns me over
making shallow cuts on my chest
smiling manically at me
he speaks
Sweet dreams bitch!
he plunges his glove into my stomach
he slowly rises to his feet
wiping the fresh blood from his claws
on his black pants
what a rush
he says
standing over my dead body.