Writer 32
"Premonition's"
Night One:
I've been having a dream lately, I just can't shake it.
When it starts, it emits red, my body pulsates, quaking,
My mine stutters, racing, out of pace like crazy!
Then I see him, that shade thing, staring blankly.
I could never see his face, I make out a top hat and brim.
As he approaches I wake up, it's happened again....
I think nothing of it, I laugh and I grin,
I walk it off, go one with my day with it in the past,
The past has passed, that's just it.
Night Two:
I'm having this dream again, why can't I shake it?
Mind's racing, the pace is, ugh, I hate it.
Lucid, I can make out the surrounding, tree's and hills,
I can smell the sea, the mill, summer, the heat is real.
The man appears in the distance, just behind a heat wave,
My mouth is in a drought, my teeth ache.
He approaches, my heart pumps, bump, bump, bump.
My heart says "Stay" my mind yells, "RUN RUN RUN"!
I wake up....
Night Three:
This time I'm in the snow, the cold, freezing rain,
The weather doesn't makes sense, I need to wake,
Then I see him, clear as day, it's me, he's speaks his name,
"I'm Steven Ray, did you have the same dream today?"
"Because when you pass the part with the sea, the heat and waves"
"Something dire happens, I believe it's grave"
Day One:
I awake, tremors quake throughout my being,
I question reality and what I've been dreaming,
"Something dire can't happen right" I keep repeating.
I take a walk down the street, I feel the heat, and smell the sea,
I see the figure with a top hat and brim, my mind is racing,
I'm jarred awake, fast asleep, I just can't shake it.
Night One....
Writer 1 = Denton