Surreality

You’re running and running,
Nothing but blackness surrounds you.
Drip, drip, drip; you hear their drool falling to the tunnels’ floor behind you.
Stumbling over rocks and broken glass your bare feet leave bloody trails.
The beasts will follow you until the sun, which you still can’t see.
Gargled panting breaths escape the monsters.
They crave you, their favorite treat.
Hopeless, panicked, purposeless meat,
Dripping a trail of blood to their dinner table.
Sharp turns take you by surprise,
Leaving bloody marks on the walls where your face hits so suddenly.
Like flies to a light the bloody walls act as beacons to the creatures.
You can almost feel the heat vision seeking you out.
The floor gives way and you fall to your certain demise.
Icy cold envelopes you stealing your breath,
Cold turns to warmth and thankfulness as you see the sun through the ripples above you.
You start thrashing, you need to feel that heat, the brightness.
Swimming higher and higher you breach the surface,
Staring into the sky gasping for breath confusion penetrates you.
Beside the bright sun is a hole… in the sky.
Like a shattered window the blue sky gives way to the blackness of the tunnel.
Jagged edges tear at the void filled with nightmares,
They hiss and choke scrambling away from the light.
Their melting flesh falling in chunks from the hole,
Splashing all around you.
The sun, the air, the salt water, the rotting corpses,
All so amazing and joyous to your now contented soul.