Nightmare's Prison

The shadow condenses, engulfing me fully.
My cry of distress is silent and unruly
as a foreboding man appears at my bedside.
His eyes are engulfed with evil pride
as his hands wring the air from my neck.
I am left mangled, as he fiercefully wrecks.
My body is still, yet my heart feels a beat,
pierced by his eyes proud with his feat.
His hands of death reach my cold chest,
with his grasp on my soul pulled from my breast.
In a weak wisp of air, my soul is detached,
bound to another as it's locked and it's latched.
My empty body lies blue and forlorn,
just another object too beaten and worn.
"Come with me", the man says, though I haven't a choice.
Reluctantly I obey to his mangled voice.
I am forever imprisoned by death's dream,
a nightmare far more anguishing than it should seem.