Insanity: The Final Dream

THE FINAL DREAM
Then it happened:
The final night.
Nothing unusual happened that day.
Same mad clockwork.
So, when I went to sleep,
I did not expect anything.
Oh, how was wrong,
When my dream took place.
I was in a gray room,
Alone with a gun in my hand.
On the other side of the room.
Bore three crosses on the ground.
After a moment,
The crosses came to life,
Taking a physical form,
Erecting in full posture,
When a bright light hit them.
On the crosses,
I see the three figures from my dreams,
Each one nailed to one of the crosses.
And there was no blood,
From the nail wounds,
Nothing spilt.
I felt no pain.
They felt no pain.
Then I heard a voice,
One that frightened me.
Sounded like a demon from Hell.
The voice told me to kill one of them.
Or my self.
It did not matter to him.
All their faces were expressionless.
Nothing could be scene.
I cocked the gun.
And shot myself on the cross.
A giant black pool of darkness erupted from the ground,
And swallowed the cross.
The voice spoke again.
He said to kill another one.
Or myself,
If I chose.
I killed the one who started this.
I relocked the gun,
And shot the pretty girl in white.
When I shot
My eyes were closed.
When I opened them,
A beam of light swallowed her cross.
Only one remained:
The one with the dead girl.
I breathed hard for a few seconds.
Then, everything turned black.
Black as midnight.
Black as pitch.
Black as the sound of the midnight pitch.
She turned her head and looked at me.
Fire was in her eye sockets.
Her lips did not move,
But she spoke.
She said that I should have taken her warning,
The one about denying everything I have been told.
I should have denied her.
Then,
She created a foul screech.
The wall started to crumble,
The earth started to shatter,
Then she and the cross became one.
A fowl of pure horror was in it’s place.
The bird was covered with blood.
Then it swoop and came down towards me.
Images of the dreams came flying into my head,
Each one making more sense then the last.
I failed.
I did not realize it sooner.
My death is coming.
I screamed,
Then,
I was passed out.