The silent pitter patter, of the rain slid down the window pane

Empty screaming horror dreams, occupy my mind said Jane

The last forbidding end of the story, moment lost on the page

As those ancient crisp sheets of life unfold, showing their age

My sleepy mind awoke, hearing the drops fall as blood not rain

Looking around and not even feeling, my horror of inner pain

The room had changed, into Victorian fuzzy like wall paper in red

I started to realize that this room, was the last page and I will be dead

As I leaned over to grab, the forever lit candle it fell and burned that page

Now there is no way to survive this day, without that I am in a terrible rage