Hurt, Pain, Regrets

Black Angel

I am trapped in a dark, hazy cloud
where all my nightmares
are recreated 
with the same black angel
 in the same black hat.
I can't close my eyes,
I can't hide my fear.
My face written with terror;
My vision blurred with tears.
Shadows flash by me
and a voice keeps whispering to my ear from behind,
causing ice to crawl down my spine.
I'm cold all over
with my fingertips turning purple.
My legs frozen in place,
enable to turn away from these horrific images.
I was dying with my eyes
wide open with tears. 
The air stopped flowing,
and I find myself choking 
and gasping for air.
The black angel stands before me 
with a grin that reaches his ears.
His teeth colored in gross yellow,
his lips as cracked as 
an old sidewalk,
and his face as pale as the moon. 
He talks like a cocky teenage boy.
"I'm not the only thing
that lives in the darkest corners of your head.
This is all your creation.
From the demons in the corners,
to the whispers behind your ears,
to the dark clouds that fog your thoughts,
to me, the leader of all your evil."
Right there and then,
I look up at his eyes,
and see my own.