Dream

poem about life

Dream
As i lay still
letting the cold air take it's hold on me
i realize it isn't real
but a dream
a dream of which i cannot wake from
it terrifies me...but it also seems so beautiful
i hear something calling me, something lethal
yet im drawn to it
what is this horrid, beautiful thing?
ti's only the air, pulling me deeper
i do not struggle, for i am curious as to see what it holds
suddenly, i awake. to reality, to hate.
for this, this is far more terrifying then
the dream i wish so badly to be in