2:13 a.m.

The darkness of his room is overpowering
Only the soft red glow from his clock
Tries to light the room
He sits there on his bed alone and scared
Cold sweat beads around his pale skin
As his head cocks back to see the clock
...2:13 a.m.

He thinks to himself while trying to gasp for life
"….something is wrong…."
Trying to get up from a horizontal prison
He is brought down to his knees
A pain darts from his chest
Drowning from coughing echoes
not able to break from events left in the past
The pain of night holds him down.

Clinching his fists and pounding the ground
His last breathe tries to force its way out
Taking everything he has fought for with it
"...not now, this is not my time..." trying to yell
Sweat falling to the ground like the rain outside
Fighting to break him from this hold
He sits back on the bed.

Looking around for any help
Realizing that he is truly alone
Fighting this chaos in his body
Still trying to get back up
Only to see the shadows dance
Laughing at him with no cause
"...stop; please God make it stop!"
Then the wind blows
The silence grows...

Now able to move again
He picks himself up
Sweat still dripping downward
He stumbles into the bathroom
The clicking of the light switch breaks the silence
Still screaming in his ears
He splashes some water in his face
Trying to snap out of it
He sees this different person in the mirror.

"Why me?" thinking to himself
Angry to the world outside, he curses
What he can't embrace
Trapped in this cage he calls "his life"
Missing his only way out in her eyes
He looks at the tattoo from his youth
"...a time, when I could fly." He said to himself
Walking back to his bed now sore and still shaken
He tries to get back to sleep.

3:27 a.m.
He sits up no voice or breath
Gasping with no success
His eyes opened by fear
A face stares back at him
No form or color just a darkness
Looking at him with a smirk of hate
And eyes similar to his own
As a whisper of pain tells him
"you will never be free again,
your pain is our life, your fear is our fruit,
your sorrow is our nectar and we want more."

He cocks his head back to see the clock
...3:29 a.m. stares back at him