Nightmares...

They pull me from my slumber to the depths of their own personal hell. I am left alone digging and clawing for what seems like days, hours, minutes writhing in sweat all the while screaming for anything that will take my hand and pull me out of this dispair. My throat closes in as I gasp for breath, if you were watching me you would see that I am really choking. Who is hunting me at night, trying to take my soul from my own shell sucking the life from my body as I am defenseless? I feel your pain as you give it to me in passing, I understand what you have gone through in your own lessons of life. If it makes you feel better that I am suffering then right now you are happy. I have seen the blood, I have felt the warmth of it gush out from my wounds, I have felt myself slip away slowly reaching up for one last surge of hope. One day you will succeed but I can't say my fight will not destroy you in the process. If one has to fall then both of us will, yet I can't have your parasite sucking me dry any longer. Standing guard, I will give you a showdown and I may collapse soon; yet, one thing remains a constant my soul will never be yours.