I wake up,
I find myself,
In the same grey,
Ominous,
Endless,
Fog,
That I don’t remember,
Being here,
When I was young,
By my side,
My loyal,
Companion,
The black dog,
He seems to understand,
My anxiety,
In this desolate,
Fog land,
We take a walk,
Slowly,
Hoping,
That maybe,
Today,
Might be the day,
I find an answer,
That maybe,
This fog will lift,
And I can finally,
Be free,
The fog itself,
Isn’t dense,
You can make,
Considerable,
Headway,
However,
There are dangers in this fog,
I jump,
Every time,
I see a shadow,
A figure,
Unknown,
The black dog,
Tries to comfort me,
Other times,
It snaps,
And growls at my heels,
Demanding me,
To walk further,
Occasionally,
It tries,
To drive,
The figures,
Away,
Protecting me,
I’m grateful,
But it doesn’t last,
Not forever,
Sometimes,
The fog,
Thickens,
I lose,
Sight of everything.
I can’t breathe,
I feel like I’m suffocating,
And when I try,
To call,
On my only companion,
My only friend,
In this place,
Of endless,
Torment,
He is not near,
He is gone,
He has been gobbled up,
By the figures,
Or ran,
Into the distance,
Never to return,
I fall down,
Chocking,
On my tears,
Cradling,
Myself,
As the figures,
Claw at my skin,
I cry,
Again,
And again,
Until finally,
I fall asleep,
Feeling the claw marks,
On my skin,
Yet,
When I wake again.
There is not a scratch upon me,
And the torment,
Starts anew
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