Its to terrible to be real

Darkness in the meadow and blood from the treas.
Shadows move across the land.
As demons rise form the sand.
Fire in the distance while stars fall from the sky.
Mothers hold their children and whisper do not cry.
As they huddle in the darkness and beg not to die.
A scream in the distance then you hear them feed,
As the rain washed the blood down the street.
Where is father the child asks?

Before the mother can answer she feels the clod steal go throw her chest as she welcomes the peace of death. The child screams but no one can hear, for the wind blows and the thunder crashes. Gun shots over the horizon while lighting reveals horrifying shapes in the distance.
More cries nearly missed over the wind. A star falls destroying a large building. You dodge some debris barely avoiding death. The lighting reveals that you’re had has found the soft remains of some pore sole that turned the wrong corner in the darkness. You stagger to your feet and wonder when this nightmare will end. That's what it has to be, it's to horrifying to be real. But then how can you be certain? Then you see the eyes coming closer to you. The monster is upon you. You awake in your bed drenched with cold sweet. As the storm blows outside your window. The lighting flashes momentarily illuminating your room, and casting the shadow of a tree on to the wall. It was just a dream after all, but it all seemed so real. As you lye awake in bed you feel an intense pain in your right arm. The bed is wet under it. You stagger out of bed and head to the bathroom. You turn on the light and fined to your horror that a large bite is missing out of you arm. The flesh is missing all the way to the bone. Another flash and the lights go out. Then you see the eyes in the mirror. You scream then you awake in your bed. You see the shadow on the wall.