Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare. <br />Falling eternal, a scream trapped deep within, <br />extending and reaching for a hand hold of any kind. <br /> <br />Screaming and moaning, the soundtrack of a tortured soul. <br />Horrific images dancing before crazed eyes. <br />Pure undiluted fear running through veins hardened by adrenaline. <br /> <br />Time has no meaning, no beginning and no end. <br />Birth, Life, Death all an illusion. <br />The unknown swallowing your spirit, <br />to be replayed again and again seamlessly. <br /> <br />Kind, any hand hold reaching and extending, <br />within deep trapped a scream. Eternal falling. <br />Twisting and sliding through the grime of a nightmare.<br /><br />Aimee Pruitt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rabbit-hole/
