Halloween Nightmare (to be continued)

Entranced by the moons powerful glare,
mesmerized by it's hypnotic stare,
falling deeper into an unconscious state,
soul departing right before the iron gates.
Who I had now become I didn't know,
no longer in control, insane vision began to flow.

The curtains opened and a voice boomed,
welcome to the nightmare that is you,
everything you experience tonight,
every person you slash to death,
all this has been created from the deeps
of your sub-conscious mind,
this is where fantasy and reality collide.

Every little thought you have ever had will become your undoing as you dance round the flames of your desecrated soul. Welcome To Hell, now let the show commence.

Looking down at a puddle on the dirt track, I see my reflection and that of the moons,yet neither seem familiar, had I ever seen these reflections before?

Disoriented and confused I stumbled past the iron gates and toward the building that is beckoning me, ominous yet seductive shadows dance around me as I approach the large metal doors. Flashes of dismembered bodies and screams fill my head as I push open the doors.

The stench of death brings me to my knees and I heave as flies cover my face and fill my throat making it even harder to breathe. A red mist fills the grand hallway and the flies disperse, allowing me to vomit up a pile of them that had made their way inside me.

A painting at the top of the grand staircase begins to glow a deep purple and icy fingers penetrating my stomach sending shudders through my being. They vanish into thin air and I ascend the grand staircase. My foot becomes stuck and as I look down I see it is snagged on a piece bloodied wood.

As I reach down and tug at my foot something wraps around my throat causing me to fall backwards and my consciousness wanes as I realise they are my own intestines.

Is this all one massive hallucination or has it really come from within me? Is all of this a result of my memories and the ones that never happened? Am I now living out all my nightmares and dreams? Have my conscious and sub-conscious thoughts lead me here?

As I progress back to a conscious state I see the most beautiful sunset amidst a garden of the most beautiful smelling roses, though on looking closer each head was that of a dismembered body I had savagely destroyed in the past, even though I hadn't realised it yet.

What if each fantasy, each thought then became a reality without you even knowning?What if each thought we think no matter how randon has an effect somewhere out there in this Universe?

If we look around at this world and see all that we hate, all we despise, all we would never wish to be, are we truly looking at what we hide within, what we are too ashamed to admit, that we can so easily push aside, but it is the makeup of who we are? Do we spend our whole lives running from who we truly are?