Nightmarish, I wish not to Pursue

A sudden fling and I'm lost in vibration. As my somewhat pleasant meadow pasture has absolved from all fields of vision. Twinge to the third eye, and a darkening hue. This is when my projection had turned nightmarish, I wish not to pursue.

A maze of rod iron steel, cages of unbeknownst creatures. An unrecognizable self, forced to crawl, as my presence becomes known to an overseer. Suddenly, I'm forced to hurry, chased as I cry. My body pained with disease as I evoke an insinuation I may die.

I'm aware of my soul, not attached to this body. But still forced in struggles as I ascend lengths upwards and downwards across this prison so foggy. An evil lurking, manifestations of potent energy. I fear for this vessel as I creep with lethargy.

After what feels like must have been hours. Land and wide open space, perhaps now help I could discover. Still I must run, now able to stand, the maze dissolving. Bullets now surround me through shots revolving.

I wish to leave, I wish not to pursue. With usual ability to escape nightmares, how could this horror feel so real, so true? A heavy breath, one not like my own. My body suffering, but I must mask, and silence each groan.

Hours drag on, running in fear. I wonder now what would happen, if I just surrendered, dropping down here. And so I wept, and I bled, I remember the pain. But after this experience, never would I have to perceive again.

In nightmares, I wish not to pursue, I find purpose when I am rooted till the situation runs through. A journey, one that's dimensional, through realities untouched, do nightmares as these leave me to feel like a speck of useless dust.