Post by Wildpelt on Apr 3, 2014 11:19:52 GMT -5
Shattered Dreams
What is my name you may ask? Why, my name is Nightmare. I am the darkness of the night that seeps into the darkest desires one holds and makes them reality. I am the creation of anger and lust itself given form. I am the ruthless hatred that stalks around in the dreams of those most vulnerable to them. I am the one who makes people scream themselves awake, only to be comforted by my shadows wrapping in around them. The brightest of lights cannot dispel me, and the most hard-hearted of men cannot escape me. I am the terror that haunts dreams at night.
When one sees me, I am never the same. My true form is a milky shadow that slowly walks around. However, I am not a true shadow. Shadows are the absence of light in them; I simply deny it to enter. I am darker than any shadow; I am a void. I am not full of anything; I am evil. I take the form of one’s fears and manifest them into my void, pulling together the darkness and melding it into the one thing they pray and beg not to see. I take their worst fears, the one thing that they pray to the heavens not to see, and become that.
I can have wings or be one with the sea. I can have thousands of arms, or I can be a slithering serpent. I can be a whole being, or an abstract idea. I can have claws, or I can have stalks. I can be tall enough to swamp the person with my essence, or I can be small and penetrate their body. I can rip apart their soul and drink of the sweet nectar of their dreams, or I can seduce them to follow me thusly. I may be darkened in appearance, or I can be a blinding flash. Most of all, I can either be hidden to them, or I can attack them and destroy them.
I am the dream shatterer that lurks inside your mind when you are frightened. I tear open your dreams and inject venom into them, poisoning your most vulnerable state. I can tear you to shreds and then piece them together in a wicked shape, laughing as you see what you’ve become. Most of the times I appear to you in a cloud of darkness trailing at the edge of your sight, laughing as you see your true wishes within the realm of control. Then I shall swoop in and yank into the abyss of nightmares, watching you scream in your terror as you are swamped by the evil and despair that you so despise.
I shall watch as your very happiness and love is obliterated in a single instant, replaced by sharp daggers of your own dark desires. As the daggers tear open your mind to me, I lick up the bit of blood and joy that leak out of you, sipping on it as if it were nectar. I watch until you’ve bled it out, then I reach inside you and start to shred open those dark thoughts that you’ve kept hidden under your own dreams, which I shall tear apart with my fangs and throw your limp carcass away. Then, as you start to gasp with the infection inside, I laugh and throw back my essence, granting those dark desires and fears that you prayed to forget.
I watch as your dream becomes a prison, and I erect the bars to keep you inside. I laugh and you feebly claw at the door, begging and pleading to be released from your confinement. I laugh and throw you back inside, hovering outside of it and screaming with you to mock your fears. I cackle at your own wishes and then melt them into your fears and aliments. I howl in laughter as you beg and plead to be released, and then I leave you to suffer the consequences you have wrought by simply daring to think.
What am I? My name is Nightmare. I am the very thing that you see at night and the thing you fear by day. I am the creation of your own hatred and anger, which you transfer into fear and regret. I am powered by the thousands of people that roam this world, watching them struggle to survive in the day. Every day, I take another into my realm and drive them mad, until they fear to dream again. Even the comforting arms of their parents are never enough to drive away what they have seen and experienced! What I give them cannot be unseen, cannot be undone! I am the very evil that you try so hard to dispel from your body, I am evil itself!
You may try to purge us, yet until you realize the depths of your own desires, it is impossible. When you are able to finally see the light, it is our illusions we have casted to make you craw further down into the abyss! You are not anything until I give you shape, and you are only an idea in your dream until I make you whole. I am simply the evil that you want to banish, yet you rely on to balance your dreams. I am the strike of lightning that fries the landscape you have fabricated and burns it to the ground!
Nothing that you can ever create will stop me. I am the tidal wave inside you that cannot stop. I swamp over every defense and hole you make, blocking the escapes until you are looking at my void. I do not stop until I am done with you. I shall never end with you until you have understood the true meaning of despair and hopelessness! There will be nothing in the end that can save you from my wrath, and what you will never understand is myself.
I can impact hundreds of people at once, and I leech off their own fears. I may decide to leave you be for a time, or I may assault you the first time I meet you. I may come when you are young and give you terrors, or I may give you heart attacks as an older person. I can watch you sob your heart out, or I can infect you so your lips are stayed. I impact depressed people, or I attack those who help others. I make no boundaries between race and gender. I destroy all and none at once.
When the time comes to wreck my devastation, none will escape. I glide from plain to plain of dreams and use the pathways of life to travel. I am not able to go anywhere else, so I shred the paths I create to stop my backward advance. I destroy whatever I find and lick the ashes. I eat up the very blood you shed and watch your form go limp under the weight of terror. There are none who ever understand what I am, and none truly do until they have had a nightmare.
What you may not know is that I am not even real.
My form is not my own created body. I own the matter, yet the matter is not what birthed me. The spirit and body do not match each other, and we are not linked eternally as a true form is. I cannot seep into the real world, nor can I travel between dimensions. I am trapped in the realm of thought, doomed to roam in this place until one figures out how to turn thoughts into matter. I cannot become whole unless I am allowed, and the person does not know how to.
To defeat me is simple, yet one wouldn’t realize it unless it was thrown in front of them. While I poison dreams, those dreams are still alive. If one simple laughs or denies my existence, what can I do to make you believe? Laughter is a powerful force that can dispel all evil. Laugh in my face and I am forever trapped in this realm. If one denies me long enough, I may never be able to return to them.
I am the creation of hatred and evil, and I bathe in it. I am the only thing that can attack your dreams, and I feed off of them. Laugher may make me lose myself, yet I am able to still go to those in hunger or poverty, those sick or depressed, and even those normal. I cannot differentiate the life until I am inside them, and by then it is too late for them. I am the very embodiment of dark desires, which I have stressed over and over again.
When you sleep tonight, make sure you have your lips open and a funny thought in the mind. I shall enter into your own dreams and start my work. It may take minutes, days or even months. Yet I can still become the things you fear the most. I am able to morph my form until you are unable to tell what I am. When you close your eyes, you have surrendered to the darkness.
I am nightmare.
What is my name you may ask? Why, my name is Nightmare. I am the darkness of the night that seeps into the darkest desires one holds and makes them reality. I am the creation of anger and lust itself given form. I am the ruthless hatred that stalks around in the dreams of those most vulnerable to them. I am the one who makes people scream themselves awake, only to be comforted by my shadows wrapping in around them. The brightest of lights cannot dispel me, and the most hard-hearted of men cannot escape me. I am the terror that haunts dreams at night.
When one sees me, I am never the same. My true form is a milky shadow that slowly walks around. However, I am not a true shadow. Shadows are the absence of light in them; I simply deny it to enter. I am darker than any shadow; I am a void. I am not full of anything; I am evil. I take the form of one’s fears and manifest them into my void, pulling together the darkness and melding it into the one thing they pray and beg not to see. I take their worst fears, the one thing that they pray to the heavens not to see, and become that.
I can have wings or be one with the sea. I can have thousands of arms, or I can be a slithering serpent. I can be a whole being, or an abstract idea. I can have claws, or I can have stalks. I can be tall enough to swamp the person with my essence, or I can be small and penetrate their body. I can rip apart their soul and drink of the sweet nectar of their dreams, or I can seduce them to follow me thusly. I may be darkened in appearance, or I can be a blinding flash. Most of all, I can either be hidden to them, or I can attack them and destroy them.
I am the dream shatterer that lurks inside your mind when you are frightened. I tear open your dreams and inject venom into them, poisoning your most vulnerable state. I can tear you to shreds and then piece them together in a wicked shape, laughing as you see what you’ve become. Most of the times I appear to you in a cloud of darkness trailing at the edge of your sight, laughing as you see your true wishes within the realm of control. Then I shall swoop in and yank into the abyss of nightmares, watching you scream in your terror as you are swamped by the evil and despair that you so despise.
I shall watch as your very happiness and love is obliterated in a single instant, replaced by sharp daggers of your own dark desires. As the daggers tear open your mind to me, I lick up the bit of blood and joy that leak out of you, sipping on it as if it were nectar. I watch until you’ve bled it out, then I reach inside you and start to shred open those dark thoughts that you’ve kept hidden under your own dreams, which I shall tear apart with my fangs and throw your limp carcass away. Then, as you start to gasp with the infection inside, I laugh and throw back my essence, granting those dark desires and fears that you prayed to forget.
I watch as your dream becomes a prison, and I erect the bars to keep you inside. I laugh and you feebly claw at the door, begging and pleading to be released from your confinement. I laugh and throw you back inside, hovering outside of it and screaming with you to mock your fears. I cackle at your own wishes and then melt them into your fears and aliments. I howl in laughter as you beg and plead to be released, and then I leave you to suffer the consequences you have wrought by simply daring to think.
What am I? My name is Nightmare. I am the very thing that you see at night and the thing you fear by day. I am the creation of your own hatred and anger, which you transfer into fear and regret. I am powered by the thousands of people that roam this world, watching them struggle to survive in the day. Every day, I take another into my realm and drive them mad, until they fear to dream again. Even the comforting arms of their parents are never enough to drive away what they have seen and experienced! What I give them cannot be unseen, cannot be undone! I am the very evil that you try so hard to dispel from your body, I am evil itself!
You may try to purge us, yet until you realize the depths of your own desires, it is impossible. When you are able to finally see the light, it is our illusions we have casted to make you craw further down into the abyss! You are not anything until I give you shape, and you are only an idea in your dream until I make you whole. I am simply the evil that you want to banish, yet you rely on to balance your dreams. I am the strike of lightning that fries the landscape you have fabricated and burns it to the ground!
Nothing that you can ever create will stop me. I am the tidal wave inside you that cannot stop. I swamp over every defense and hole you make, blocking the escapes until you are looking at my void. I do not stop until I am done with you. I shall never end with you until you have understood the true meaning of despair and hopelessness! There will be nothing in the end that can save you from my wrath, and what you will never understand is myself.
I can impact hundreds of people at once, and I leech off their own fears. I may decide to leave you be for a time, or I may assault you the first time I meet you. I may come when you are young and give you terrors, or I may give you heart attacks as an older person. I can watch you sob your heart out, or I can infect you so your lips are stayed. I impact depressed people, or I attack those who help others. I make no boundaries between race and gender. I destroy all and none at once.
When the time comes to wreck my devastation, none will escape. I glide from plain to plain of dreams and use the pathways of life to travel. I am not able to go anywhere else, so I shred the paths I create to stop my backward advance. I destroy whatever I find and lick the ashes. I eat up the very blood you shed and watch your form go limp under the weight of terror. There are none who ever understand what I am, and none truly do until they have had a nightmare.
What you may not know is that I am not even real.
My form is not my own created body. I own the matter, yet the matter is not what birthed me. The spirit and body do not match each other, and we are not linked eternally as a true form is. I cannot seep into the real world, nor can I travel between dimensions. I am trapped in the realm of thought, doomed to roam in this place until one figures out how to turn thoughts into matter. I cannot become whole unless I am allowed, and the person does not know how to.
To defeat me is simple, yet one wouldn’t realize it unless it was thrown in front of them. While I poison dreams, those dreams are still alive. If one simple laughs or denies my existence, what can I do to make you believe? Laughter is a powerful force that can dispel all evil. Laugh in my face and I am forever trapped in this realm. If one denies me long enough, I may never be able to return to them.
I am the creation of hatred and evil, and I bathe in it. I am the only thing that can attack your dreams, and I feed off of them. Laugher may make me lose myself, yet I am able to still go to those in hunger or poverty, those sick or depressed, and even those normal. I cannot differentiate the life until I am inside them, and by then it is too late for them. I am the very embodiment of dark desires, which I have stressed over and over again.
When you sleep tonight, make sure you have your lips open and a funny thought in the mind. I shall enter into your own dreams and start my work. It may take minutes, days or even months. Yet I can still become the things you fear the most. I am able to morph my form until you are unable to tell what I am. When you close your eyes, you have surrendered to the darkness.
I am nightmare.
