Emotional sleep

    I walk in to a darkened room.

    The flames grow to consume.

    Memories are the flames.

 

    They come, ready to kill, ready for death.

    Blood thirsty teeth open and laugh.

    A bellowed laugh compared to my muffled screams.
    An tick, wakes me up.

    It was the sound of a ring hitting the wall.

    The cold, clamminess of a corpse.

 

    It comes it the darkest of night,

    of the brightest of mornings!

    It degrades, so slowly and so perfectly

    that I never know

    that I've fallen into a place I can never be saved from.

 

    I just wish my emotions could go back to sleep.

    Until...

    the end.

Reviews

Spelling and gammar errors, but I'll shut up about that.
Very vivid imagery, good use of capturing your emotions.
And a very catchy title.

[Kyle]

I like this, and I know my review isn't helpful or constructive in anyways, but I really did like this.