A Nightmare Poem by Jon ProskeyVigil

I make your heart race;
running at an incredible pace.
Your breathing becomes frantic;
your lifes timer slowly ticks.
Creeping into your bones;
that cold feeling causes moans.
The lights are all out;
fear creeps in without a doubt.
Sitting in a corner crying;
all around you dead bodies lying.
It then comes upon you in a flash;
against the wall your blood hits in a spash.
In those last fading moments you see a ghost;
it is the thing you fear the most.