Four of the worst elements in a nightmare
He awaits incipiently, calling my name.
He haunts me every time I am pushed away.
A murmurous echo calls for “fair game.”
My heart imbues with terror as he points, as he aims.
His face, I am unable to construe.
Only an unseemly penumbra within my view.
His metal flickers with moonlight, flaunting taboo.
I hold onto the memories, unceasingly new.
The labyrinthine byways of the sky entail
an unrelenting current that I cannot assail.
And so I swim into the sky, to what avail?
The insouciant 45 targets me and then prevails…
A susurrous sound suppresses my scream
with the whistling of a winding stream.
The redolence exposes his true scheme.
Petrichor sedatives send me into another dream.
Though this carries me into another dimension,
I die in the evanescence of inception
and continue this pattern if I do not awaken.
So then I awake.
My past is the root of the reoccurring occasion.
A sempiternal nightmare that only worsens with apprehension.