YOU BETTER TAKE ME SERIOUS

How many hours does it take for a writer to hit his or her peak? I'm still yet to answer that. Damn I thought I was doing great in this. No one's taking me seriously, I guess they think it's a game. There are times I wish it was. There's times I wish I could sleep at night without my overwhelming thoughts. I've been having so many nightmares, I don't know what's real or not. Imma tell you one of my dreams, and I want you to tell me if it's real or not. In my dream, I was driving away from this black mist that was chasing me. I didn't know how to get rid of it. So I took a back road to try to move quicker. As I did, the mist moved faster than I could fathem. As the black mist got closer, my car started slowing down. I couldn't hit the gas as hard no more. Next thing you know, I look over to a car dealership, that I was about to pass. As I drive next to it, a large black hand pulls me into the glass window. Breaking my car glass, tossing me out my car on to this large platform where the new vehicles sit. I get up looking around the entire building, there's no lights on, it's nothing but darkness. Until this large flashlight comes on, aiming at the wall. I saw a man in the light, who somehow was standing on the same platform as me. But I couldn't see him. I turned back to look at the shadow, as I did, I saw him transforming into some type of monster. It was growing horns that were possibly six inches tall. He had a pitch fork in his hand. his legs transformed into hoofs. As being afraid to move, I didn't want to turn my eyes in that direction, because I already knew who it was. Frozen in fear, I slowly turned my head to the demonic beast. I promise you this is not a joke of how I'm about to describe him. He had large yellow eyes, his body was all blood red, with black hoofs and large black spikes for horns, and a large tail with an arrow tip that could wrap around his entire body. He had a pitch fork in his hand. Looking dead into my eyes. I had so many emotions that I couldn't find the words of how I felt. Until finally I broke the silence "I've been waiting for this" after saying that, I charge at the beast, and throw a punch. He dodges it, then he looks at me in rage. He swings, and misses me. I counter back. As me and this beast are fighting, the platform below us starts to elevate off the ground. As lava covers the surface below us. I look down at all the lava, hearing the horrifying screams from the people cast into the lake of fire. I look back up at the beast, standing vigilantly. "Your not taking my soul" so me and this beast charge at each other with our instincts to kill each other, as we collided, the entire world snapped into darkness.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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