Nightmare

Strange colors in fluidness form emerge from imaginary cracks in the floor.
Once through they pause for a glance and then once again regain their speed,
they glide across the floor with ease performing almost a dance it seems.
Their tiny bodies getting closer to mine but I will not scream.

My first thought moves me to escape and plans quickly follow,
but really now what sense does that make?
I can out-run these blots of stuff, I doubt they have any speed at all.
Just then I hear someone knocking at my door.

I haven't ordered pizza and no one knows I'm here,
so that must mean whoever's at the door is someone I must fear.
Quickly I move to avoid the liquid forms and run past to answer the door.
At least I'll give it one chance to give me hope and this all will pass.

I swing open the door and a man walks in,
I wouldn't have minded but I didn't like his grin.
He turned with no pause and shouted something angry at me,
there was no doubt now that I must flee.

Swiftly I ran out the door moving across the grass like;
The gnomes were alive I realized and stopped on a dime.
Another path will be taken this time.
A nearby trellis I climb to escape dying.

All at once it comes to me this makes no sense.
Where did these terrible things come from?
Is it all in my head?
Where's the point and how do I get to the end?

After asking these questions I run as fast as I can,
I leap from the roof and jump in the van.
I drive as fast as I can trying not to crash,
to a friends house to find out some information.

I get what I need and continue my quest,
moving from house to house while keeping ahead of death.
Finally I arrive at my final destination,
as I burst into the house in complete frustration.

This world does a damn good job of keeping me on my toes.
It tries to kill me then tries to kill my friends,
sometimes I stop it and sometimes it wins.
I stop and at once my blood runs cold.

This time I was here too late, I tear up like a watermelon.
I fall on my knees and just begin to cry,
and I slowly crawl over to where she lies.
She lays there so still, my hand shakes as I wipe tears from my eyes.

It seems no matter how many times I run through this dream,
I'm always too late, I suppose I could never be on time.
I wait a moment, not wanting it to end, hoping she might suddenly wake up.
Then it gets dark, and I know I'm near the end, so I kiss her good night,
then the dream ends.