Digging Through the Archives

I have an extremely old iBook laptop, it has to be at least 10 years old.  I found some old Word documents that I quickly transfered to my external hard drive.  Thought people might like the nice flash back.  I did this poem probably back around 2002-3 ?

In Dreams

Till the dream awakens,

falling, turning, spinning.

Down the dark way I came

are twisted creatures,

reaching out of the walls,

screaming at the damned

with restless appetites.

Can I wake from this restless dream?

A nightmare, it pulls at me.

It beckons me forever

to lie in a dead sleep.

Can I escape on my own?

Strange things are stirring inside of me.

Down deeper, and deeper I go.

Life slipping, draining, and dripping away.

Clawing the walls,

screaming for a redeemer

but still ever falling.

Blood spewing from the recesses of my mind.

Escaping from the hell,

running, sprinting, sweating.

All pointless.