Wake Up

Sora let out a long yawn, but was quickly alarmed, because there was something wrong, something he couldn't put his finger on.

He took a look around, many students he found, making clattering sounds, and to that he frowned.

Surrounded by chatter, they spoke of small matters; kept to himself he'd rather, and ignored the blather.

Accompanied with yells and shouts, blurry figures moved about, from his vision in and out, something strange seeded doubt.

Nagging in his mind, odd cues and subtle signs, too long was the time, thought cut short by the bell's chime.

His brain suddenly popped, and then everything stopped.

The world paused, emptiness filling the room, and without cause, the air heavy with gloom.

Everyone had disappeared, no trace behind, class completely cleared, nothing to find.

Outside a bleak sight, even darker than night, pitch black, a total absence of light.

A sudden transformation, the room inverted, material degradation, order perverted.

Ceiling lights flickered, wood and furniture decayed, to rot and wither, world in disarray.

Tar seeped into walls, dust rained the floors, spidery cracks crawled, and rattled the doors.

A bleak descent, his gut twisted and wrenched, rising stench and wretched scent, what had this meant?

Coldness gripped his heart, shivers wracked his shoulders, numbness spread to every part, and senses grew older.

His outlook turned grim, the empty room dimmed, and he alone stood, no one else but him.

What had madness wrought? Monsters and beasts, the imagination fraught, on his mind they feast.

Footsteps and growls, left no chance of escape, thumps and taps sound, against the senses they grate.

The unknown crept and walked, outside they waited, they watched and stalked, with strange noises they baited.

Unsteadily he rose, backed away on his toes, felt the touch of windows, turned around and froze.

His reflection terrible, hideous, flesh shredded to bone, image unbearable, demonic visage shown.

Eyes hollowed, deep and cavernous, existence swallowed by darkness ravenous.

The hinges shook, pulling his eyes away; to the door he looked, hoping terror at bay.

When the comfortable every day world ends, a new nightmare shall begin.