• I split my vocal chords
    Screaming into a void of black ichor
    I split my iris wide open
    Staring into a never-ending abyss
    My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach
    And my stomach rejects it
    As I vomit my own heart I know this must be a nightmare
    There is a twinge of uncertainty as I try to wake up and fail
    My heart is sitting in front of me
    Floating on nothing in this fissure in existence
    It starts to pulse and bulge
    I am terrified now
    I try to wake up again and once again I am denied
    The sweet reprieve of consciousness
    Of feeling cold sweat on my skin
    I feel nothing but the frenzy of terror which has seized my brain
    My heart would be pounding in my chest if it was still there
    Now I start to see appendages growing out of the sides of my heart
    Like some kind of malignant infant
    I try to scream but my split vocal chords strain against it and all I can produce is a sad whimper
    I try to wake up again and fail again
    The twinge of uncertainty is now a sour feeling in my stomach
    And a taste of rusted copper in my mouth
    This is real
    The word echoes in my mind like a death sentence
    Real
    I now see a twisted disfigured face pushing it’s way our of my heart
    I watch as it continues to grow like a tumor in fast forward
    I beg to be blind so I won’t have to see this grotesque abomination anymore
    It shakes it’s distorted head at me as if it could hear my thoughts
    Now it is three times bigger than it was and it still grows
    The thing that was my heart no more than twenty seconds ago is now spreading it’s black lips
    Into a grin of sick satisfaction
    I’m not surprised to see that it’s teeth are whiter than ivory
    And sharper than death
    It stares at me with eyes as blank as the void which we are in
    The expression on its face is psychotic fury
    I quit begging to be blind and start begging to be dead
    It is now the size of a small child
    It is naked and covered in dark gray leathery skin
    I turn and start to run
    Looking over my back and seeing that I am going nowhere
    I don’t give up yet I push harder in an effort to get away
    The malevolent incarnation of my heart is now licking its lips with a forked tongue in anticipation of a meal
    I quit begging to be dead and start begging to cease to exist
    I call to the abyss around me to swallow me
    I beg it to be my sweet demoness
    My reprieve in shadows
    My end
    The blackness collapses in on my
    I can feel this archaic nothingness tearing apart more than my flesh
    My very being
    My very soul
    I disappear
    ...and then...
    I awaken and bless the cold sweat on my neck