Frozen flames
Freeze my vital organs
Slowing my heart
Restricting my lungs
Quiet deeds are remembered
As I wake
Standing now
I see nothing
The air is thick and vile
And there is no light.
Suddenly
As if opening my eyes again
I see the black and white checkered walls
Of a small
Yet eerily infinite room
I reach out to support myself
Against what appears to be the closest wall
But I cannot make contact
My hand appears to go through the pattern
But there is no other side

	I am not alseep.
A door appears. . .
	Opens slowly
		And a low fog steps through.

	I am alone.


I pause and stare

At the open door

Before I move.

I take a cautious step. . .

	but do not move.

I run. . .
	the distance between me and the door
	remains the same.
I try again. . .
	no change.
I scream
To let out all
The frustration building;
	but there is no sound,
	I have only my thinking voice.
I fall
To the checkered floor,
Never reaching it
	I just. . .
		fall. . .
Into a black square,
Suspended in nothing.

	I can not see.

I  begin to give up;
Pretend. . .
	try dying.

	I am not living.

I hear a voice.
	Deep. . .
		like the rolling thunder.
His voice echoes
From every direction
But he is near.
	I look,
Left. . .
			Right,
It all seems the same
	What's the matter?
He asks in a tone
That is the rumble of an earthquake.

I do not anwer.
There is no reason to.
He knows. . .
	Everything.
I just listen.

	What's wrong. . .
	I though this
	Is what you wanted!

He appears. . .
A red gleam
In the dark.

	Take my hand child,
	I'm your only friend now.






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